Ballads of Irish chivalry :: :: University of Virginia Library

I NEVER CAN FORGET.

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Air—“I can't forget”.

I

My Mary said to me
That she loved but me alone,
And oh! how gladsomely
I heard that kind word's tone;
She said she'd give her life
For me without regret;
She said she'd be my wife—
Can I these words forget?
Oh! glad they make me yet,
Within my fond heart set,—
The memory of that happy hour
I never can forget.

II

My Mary dwells beside
The glancing, dancing Nore,
Where it flings its sparkling tide
From the mountains high and hoar;

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She's a fair, bright lady born—
None fairer in the land;
And she pledged to me one morn
Her loving heart and hand.
Oh! glad it makes me yet,
Within my fond heart set,—
The memory of that happy hour
I never can forget.

III

It was too soon to part,
But soon again we'll meet,
When I'll clasp her to my heart
And worship at her feet;
Oh! fondly, fondly there
My vows again I'll pour,
When the flowers are springing fair
By the glancing, dancing Nore!
Oh! glad it makes me yet,
Within my fond heart set,—
The memory of that happy hour
I never can forget.