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EILEEN'S FAREWELL.
1
Ring out my knell,Ye walls and towers of Neil Dhuv!
Farewell, oh, farewell
Evermore to the fields that I love!
For the world, the world is dreary,
Let me lie with my baby alone:
The heart that is weary
Rests only under the stone.
2
Think on my doom,And weep for pity, Neil Dhuv!
On the slab of my tomb
No name be graven but Love.
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My name of sorrow shall dwell,
And I sigh to them only
To waft thee Eileen's farewell.
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