Erin's Green Shore 
One evening so late as I rambled On the banks of a clear purling stream, I sat down on a bank of primroses, And so gently fell into a dream. I dreamed I beheld a fair female Her equal I ne'er saw before, As she sighed for the wrongs of her country As she strolled along Erin's green shore. 
I quickly addressed this fair female, "My jewel, come tell me your name, For in this country I know you're a stranger Or I would not have asked you the same." She resembled the goddess of liberty And of freedom, the mantle she wore As she sighed for the wrongs of her country As she strayed along Erin's green shore. "I know you're a true son to Granne, And my secrets to you I'll unfold, For here in the midst of all dangers Not knowing my friends from my foes. I'm the daughter of Daniel O'Connell And from England I lately come o'er, I've come to awaken my brethren That slumber on Erin's green shore." 
Her eyes were like two sparkling diamonds Or the stars of a cold frosty night; Her cheeks were two blooming roses And her teeth of the ivory so white. She resembled the goddess of freedom, And green was the mantle she wore, Bound round with the shamrock and roses That grew along Erin's green shore.  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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