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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 477 |
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DENNY LANE (1818-1896)
KATE OF ARRAGLEN
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HEN first I saw thee, Kate, That summer ev'ning late, Down at the orchard gate
Of Arraglen, I felt I'd ne'er before Seen one so fair, asthore, I feared I'd never more
See thee again — I stopped and gazed at thee, My footfall luckily Reached not thy ear, though we
Stood there so near; While from thy lips a strain, Soft as the summer rain, Sad as a lover's pain
Fell on my ear.
I've heard the lark in June, The harp's wild plaintive tune, The thrush, that aye too soon
Gives o'er his strain — I've heard in hushed delight, The mellow horn at night, Waking the echoes light
Of old Loch Lenej |
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