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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 383 |
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C. L. GRAVES
{Living)
AD ARISTIDEN OBFUSCATUM'
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F clear be your conscience, my Morley, No bullet-proof coat you'll require, Though often dispirited sorely By Erin's Invincible ire; Nay further, discarding coercion,
You may with impunity fare On a midsummer moonlight excursion Unarmed through the County of Clare.
Look at me. As the breeze of the zephyr
I strolled forth of late to enjoy, A vicious and virulent heifer —
I was humming the "Dear Irish Boy"— Came fiercely galumphing beside me;
But suddenly, soothed by my lay, The animal amiably eyed me,
And cantered serenely away. |
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1 From The Hawarden, Horace. |
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