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An Island Fisherman

I groan as I put out
My nets on the say,
To hear the little girshas shout,
Dancin' among the spray.
Ochone, the childher pass
An' lave us to our grief,
The stranger took my little lass
At the fall o' the leaf.
Why would you go so fast
With him you never knew!
In all the throuble that is past
I never frowned on you.

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The light of my old eyes!
The comfort o' my heart!
Waitin' for me your mother lies
In blessed Innishart.
Her lone grave I keep
From all the cold world wide,
But you in life an' death will sleep
The stranger beside.
Ochone! my thoughts are wild;
But little blame I say;
An ould man hungerin' for his child,
Fishin' the livelong day.
You will not run again
Laughin' to see me land.
O what was pain an' throuble then,
Holdin' your little hand?

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Or when your head let fall
Its soft curls on my breast?
Why do the childher grow at all
To love the stranger best?