Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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EVELEEN.
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Far in the mountains with you, my Eveleen,I would be loving and true, my Eveleen;
Then climb the mountains with me.
Long have I dwelt by the forest river side,
Where the bright ripples flash and quiver wide;
There the fleet hours shall blissful ever glide
O'er us, sweet Gra Gal Machree.
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There on my rocky throne, my Eveleen,Ever, ever alone, my Eveleen,
I sit dreaming of thee;
High on the fern-clad rocks reclining there,
Though the wild birds their songs are twining fair,
Thee I hear, and I see thy shining hair,
There, there, sweet Gra Gal Machree.
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Deeply in broad Kilmore, my Eveleen,Down by the clear stream's shore, my Eveleen,
I've made a sweet home for thee;
Yellow and bright like thy long long flowing hair,
Flowers the fairest are ever blowing there,—
Fairer still with thy blue eyes glowing there,
Brightly, sweet Gra Gal Machree.
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Then come away, away, my Eveleen;We will spend each day, my Eveleen,
Blissful and loving and free.
Come to the woods where the streams are pouring blue,
Singing in summer, in winter roaring through;
I'll grow fonder each day adoring you,
There, there, sweet Gra Gal Machree.
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