Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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Ah, woe is me! the look she gave,It haunts me yet;
Its bitter anguish but the grave
Can make my heart forget.
One sudden look of woeful pain—
And she was dead;
And I—far down into the plain,
O'er rocks and glens I fled,
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I left my foemen far behind;
Away, away on that swift horse,
Clasping close my true-love's corse!
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