LASS OF AUGHRIM, THE 
If you'll be the lass of Aughrim As I am taking you mean to be Tell me the first token That passed between you and me 
O don't you remember That night on yon lean hill When we both met together Which I am sorry now to tell 
The rain falls on my yellow locks And the dew it wets my skin; My babe lies cold within my arms; Lord Gregory, let me in  

Irish Song Lyrics 
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