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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 463
It brought me back my own sweet Nore,
The castle and the mill, Until my eyes could see no more
The moon behind the hill.
It brought me back a mother's love,
Until, in accents wild, I prayed her from her home above
To guard her lonely child ; It brought me one across the wave,
To live in memory still — It brought me back my Kathleen's grave,
The moon behind the hill. |
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