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I THOUGHT SHE LOVED ME DEARLY.
I
I was up in the morning earlyWith a heart from sorrow clear,
For I thought she loved me dearly
In the spring-time of the year:
That my Eileen loved me dearly
In the spring-time of the year.
II
I climbed up the mountains cheer'ly;But long that morn I'll rue,
For she said she loved me dearly,
And I found her all untrue:
On that summer morning early
My Eileen Bán untrue!
III
Her love oped sweet and clearly,Like the bloom of the wild rose tree;
But a false wind stirred it drearly,
And 'tis withered and dead to me;
It blew o'er her heart so drearly,
And blighted her love for me.
IV
Ah! Eileen, how sincerelyMy heart aye beat for thee,—
You said you loved me dearly,
And why prove false to me?
In the summer of love so early,
Oh! why prove false to me?
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