 | Ballads of Irish chivalry |  |
OVER THE MORNING DEW.
I
It is the sweetest hour for love:The sun is o'er the eastern grove,
And nought is heard but coo of dove,
And wild streams in the greenwood;—
Over the morning dew,
Over the morning dew,
Come with me, young Gra Machree,
Unto the leafy greenwood!
II
With flowers that bloom so sweetly thereI'll deck thy dress and golden hair,
And thou hast never looked so fair,
As there in that wild greenwood;—
Over the morning dew,
Over the morning dew,
Come with me, young Gra Machree,
Unto the leafy greenwood!
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III
There rears the Rath its lonely height,Where fairies dance at noon of night,
And there my faith I'll fondly plight
To thee in that wild greenwood!
Over the morning dew,
Over the morning dew,
Come with me, young Gra Machree,
Unto the leafy greenwood!
IV
Oh! fear not here to stray with me;You know me from your infancy;
I'll ask but look of love from thee,
And fond kiss in the greenwood.
Over the morning dew,
Over the morning dew,
Then come with me, young Gra Machree,
Unto the leafy greenwood!
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