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FAIR KATE OF GLENANNER.
I
The sunlight is sleeping on Cummerah's wild mountain,And gay shine the blossoms by dingle and fountain;
Sweet murmurs the stream where the soft breezes fan her,
And bright at my side sits fair Kate of Glenanner.
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II
The boughs of the elms in the cool breeze are swaying,With the clear waves beneath toward the wide ocean playing,
And the tall ferns wave like a green sunlit banner,
While I whisper my love to fair Kate of Glenanner.
III
She smiles as she points at the sunny wave near me,And I wish for a boat with its white sail to bear me
From that spot, from the stream where the gray arches span her,
To some green isle of love with fair Kate of Glenanner.
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