 | Ballads of Irish chivalry |  |
MY LOVE IS AT MY SIDE.
I
The lone hill's dells are blue with heather bells,The wild flowers bloom along the moor,
The soft winds glide, and my love is at my side,
On the banks of the calm golden Suir,
Bright and pure,
On the banks of the calm golden Suir.
II
By upland springs a lonely linnet singsAll of love, from his leafy wildwood tree,
Of smiles and sweet sighs, and the loving star-bright eyes
That are gazing so fond now on me,
Trustingly,
That are gazing so fond now on me!
III
The soft airs blow, and wildly wandering goTo tell, where the woodlark builds its nest,
Of bliss that knows no care, and the maiden young and fair,
That I'm clasping so fond to my breast,
Dearly pressed,
That I'm clasping so fond to my breast.
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IV
Oh! bright flow the rills and this river by the hills,Telling, telling as they go to mount and moor
That my love's at my side, that she'll be my own dear bride,
On the banks of the calm golden Suir,
Bright and pure,
On the banks of the calm golden Suir.
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