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MARYANNE.
I
In sweet Tipperary dwells my love,Where Sliabhnamon stands tall above,
And from that hill to banks of Ban
There's not a girl like Maryanne.
Oh! fair the face of Maryanne!
Oh! warm the heart of Maryanne!
From Sliabhnamon to northern Ban
There's not a girl like Maryanne.
II
My girl is artless as a child,So fair and modest, fond and mild;
Not all the verses made by man
Could tell the charms of Maryanne.
Oh! fair the face of Maryanne!
Oh! fond the heart of Maryanne!
Not all the verses made by man
Could tell the charms of Maryanne.
III
Her glossy hair is black as night,And dark, deep blue her eyes of light—
Like midnight stars o'er Heaven's blue span,
The sparkling eyes of Maryanne.
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Oh! fond the heart of Maryanne!
Like midnight stars o'er Heaven's blue span,
The sparkling eyes of Maryanne.
IV
My soul is sad, my heart is sore,To think I ne'er may see her more;
For ne'er was girl, since youth began,
So dear to me as Maryanne!
Oh! fair the face of Maryanne!
Oh! warm the heart of Maryanne!
From Sliabhnamon to northern Ban
There's not a girl like Maryanne!
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