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THE OUTLAW OF KILMORE.
I
Far in the mountains with you, my Eveleen,I would be loving and true, my Eveleen,
Then climb the mountains with me.
Long have I dwelt by the forest river side,
Where the bright ripples flash and quiver wide,
There the fleet hours shall blissful ever glide
O'er us, sweet Gra Gal Machree.
II
There on my rocky throne, my Eveleen,Ever, ever alone, my Eveleen,
I sit dreaming of thee;
High on the fern-clad rocks reclining there,
Though the sweet birds their songs are twining fair,
Thee I hear—and I see thy shining hair
Still, still, sweet Gra Gal Machree!
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III
Hunted and banned I've been, my Eveleen,But my long sword is keen, my Eveleen,
To keep all danger from thee:
The flash of this sword is my foeman's warning light,
And I live 'mid the wild hills scorning might,
While my love grows eve and morning bright
For you, sweet Gra Gal Machree!
IV
Deeply in broad Kilmore, my Eveleen,Down by the wild stream's shore, my Eveleen,
I've made a sweet home for thee;
Yellow and bright like thy long, long flowing hair,
Flowers the fairest are ever blowing there,—
Fairer still with thy clear eyes glowing there
Fondly, sweet Gra Gal Machree!
V
Then come away, away, my Eveleen;We will spend each day, my Eveleen,
Blissful and loving and free—
Come to the woods where the streams are pouring blue,
Which the eagle is ever soaring thro';
I'll grow fonder, each day adoring you,
There, there, sweet Gra Gal Machree.
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