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3H THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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ELLEN FITZSIMON (1805-1883)
THE SONG OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT IN AMERICA
OR THE WOODS OF CAILLINO
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Y heart is heavy in my breast, my ears are full of tears, My memory is wandering back to long departed years,— To those bright days long, long ago, When naught I dreamed of sordid care or worldly woe, But roamed, a gay, light-hearted boy, the woods of Caillino. |
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There, in the spring-time of my life and spring-time
of the year, Fye watched the snowdrop start from earth, the first
young buds appear, The sparkling stream o'er pebbles flow, The modest violet and golden primrose grow, Within thy deep and mossy dells, beloved Caillino.
'Twas there I wooed my Mary Dhuv and won her for
my bride, Who bore me three fair daughters and four sons, my
age's pride; |
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