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TO INISHKEA.

I'll rise and go to Inishkea,
Where many a one will weep with me
The bravest boy that sailed the sea
From Blacksod Bay to Killery.
I'll dress my boat in sails of black,
The widow's cloak I shall not lack,
I'll set my face and ne'er turn back
Upon the way to Inishkea.
In Arran Island, cold as stone,
I wring my hands and weep my lone
Where never my true love's name was known:
It were not so in Inishkea.
The friends that knew him there will come
And kiss my cheek so cold and numb.
O comfort is not troublesome
To kindly friends in Inishkea!

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'Tis there the children call your name,
The old men sigh, and sigh the same;
'Tis all your praise, and none your blame,
Your love will hear in Inishkea.
But you were dear to beast and bird,
The dogs once followed at your word,
Your feet once pressed the sand and sward—
My heart is sore for Inishkea.
I'll rise and go to Inishkea
O'er many a mile of tossing sea
That hides your darling face from me.
I'll live and die in Inishkea!