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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 295 |
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And oh ! I would go through snow and sleet
If you would come with me, my brown girl, sweet! |
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Love of my heart, my fair Pastheen !
Her cheeks are as red as the rose's sheen,
But my lips have tasted no more, I ween,
Than the glass I drank to the health of my queen !
Then, Oro, come with me ! come with me ! etc. |
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Were I in the town, where's mirth and glee, Or 'twixt two barrels of barley bree, With my fair Pastheen upon my knee, 'Tis I would drink to her pleasantly !
Then, Oro, come with me ! come with me! etc. |
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Nine nights I lay in longing and pain, Betwixt two bushes, beneath the rain, Thinking to see you, love, once again; But whistle and call were all in vain 1
Then, Oro, come with me ! come with me I etc.
I'll leave my people, both friend and foe; From all the girls in the world I'll go; But from you, sweetheart, oh, never ! oh, no I Till I lie in the coffin stretched, cold and low !
Then, Oro, come with me! come with me ! etc. |
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