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MY LOVE IS ON THE RIVER.
I
Sliav Gua's highlands shade meadow and moor,And guard the green islands of the golden Suir:
The Tar brightly sallies from their cooms, wild and fleet,
And sings through the valleys that bloom at their feet.
More bright to-day than they e'er shone before,
Shine castle gray, and green height, and shore,—
Oh! the splendours that quiver o'er wildwood and lea,
While my love is on the river in his light boat with me!
II
Swift as foot of the beagle from the hills doth he hie;Bright as glance of the eagle, the glance of his eye;
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Never heart in the world could be fonder of me.
Outlawed and lone lived he many a day,
In his cold cave of stone 'mid the hills far away;
But truth conquers ever, and my love he is free
On the Suir's golden river in his light boat with me!
III
Sweet songs are ringing from the birds of the grove,But sweeter the singing of my own gallant love;
Oh! his brave words first found me in sadness and pain,
But they soon strewed around me joy's bright flow'rs again.
And he never more from my arms shall be torn,
The fair chapel door shall receive us next morn;
And the green woods shall quiver to our bridal bell's glee,
For my love is on the river in his light boat with me!
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