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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 379 |
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But 'tis our comfort sweet
Through the long toil of life, That we'll turn with tired feet
From the noise and the strife, And wander slowly back
In the soft western glow, Hand in hand by the track That we trod long ago; Till the blue, blue smoke Of my cottage in the coom, Softly wreathing, Sweetly breathing, Waves our thousand welcomes home. |
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THE IRISH SPINNING-WHEEL
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HOW me a sight Bates for delight An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it. Oh, no!
Nothing you'll show Aquals her sittin' an' takin' a twirl at it.
Look at her there —
Night in her hair, The blue ray of day from her eye laughin' out on us !
Faix, an' a foot,
Perfect of cut, Peepin' to put an end to all doubt in us.
That there's a sight Bates for delight An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it— |
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