Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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THE MOUNTAINS HIGH. |
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THE MOUNTAINS HIGH.
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On lowland plains I wanderAll in the falling year,
By lowland valleys ponder
On home and home friends dear;
But spring will soon restore me
Each long lost homely tie,
The grand cliffs tow'ring o'er me
Upon the mountains high.
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Within this lowland valleyThere stands a castle strong,
Where round in each green alley
You'll hear the wild bird's song;
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To hear the eagle's cry,
From beetling crags above me,
Upon the mountains high.
III
When autumn time is comingAlong the hills and dells,
You hear the wild bees humming
Among the heather bells;
You hear the gay streams singing
Their songs to earth and sky,
Like bells of silver ringing
Upon the mountains high.
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