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THE SUMMER IS COME.
I
The summer is come and the grass is green,The gay flowers spring where the snows have been,
The ships are sailing upon the sea,
And I'll soon get tidings of Gra Machree.
II
Oh! weary, weary, the long dull nightI think and think of my heart's delight,
And in my dreamings constantly
See the stately form of my Gra Machree.
III
The birds are singing from brake and bough,And sweetly, sweetly remind me now,
The day we danced by the village tree
When I won the heart of my Gra Machree.
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IV
I'm sure, I'm sure, while the sunbeams glow,While flowers are springing and soft winds blow,
The white ships sailing upon the sea
Will soon bring tidings of Gra Machree.
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