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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 391 |
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GILE MACHREE
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ILE Machree, Sit down by me, We now are joined and ne'er shall sever; This hearth's our own, Our hearts are one, And peace is ours forever !
When I was poor, Your father's door Was closed against your constant lover ; With care and pain I tried in vain My fortunes to recover. I said, "To other lands I'd roam,
Where fate may smile on me, love ; " I said, " Farewell, my own old home! " And I said, "Farewell to thee, love !•" Sing, Gile machree, etc.
I might have said,
My mountain maid, Come live with me, your own true lover —
I know a spot,
A silent cot, Your friends can ne'er discover, Where gently flows the waveless tide
By one small garden only; Where the heron waves his wings so wide, And the linnets sing so lonely !
Sing, Gile machree, etc. |
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