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348 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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ARTHUR GERALD GEOGHEGAN (1810-1889)
AFTER AUGHRIM
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O you remember, long ago, Kathaleen ? When your lover whispered low, " Shall I stay or shall I go,
Kathaleen?" And you answered proudly, " Go ! And join King James and strike a blow For the Green ! "
Mavrone, your hair is white as snow,
Kathaleen; _ Your heart is sad and full of woe. Do you repent you made him go,
Kathaleen ? And quick you answer proudly, " No! For better die with Sarsfield so Than live a slave without a blow
For the Green ! "
THE MOUNTAIN FERN
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H, the fern, the fern, the Irish hill fern, That girds our blue lakes from Lough Ine to Lough Erne, That waves on our crags like the plume of a king, |
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