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I'M FOURTEEN YEARS OLD UPON SUNDAY.
I
Adown by the Suir, in a May morning's shine,I saw a young maiden a milking her kine;
And she sang, “Oh! my bosom no more shall repine,
For I'm fourteen years old upon Sunday,
And I shall be married on Sunday!”
II
“Oh! love is the fondest the day it is new,And the heart is a rover, and often untrue,
And will he be fonder, the bridegroom of you,
But fourteen years old upon Sunday,
And after your wedding on Sunday?”
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III
“I know him too truly, my brave Conor Lee!His mind from all thoughts of a rover is free,
And I'm sure in my heart he'll be fonder of me,
But fourteen years old upon Sunday,
And after our wedding on Sunday!
IV
“On Saturday night I'll be void of all care,With my new bridal dress and the flowers in my hair,
With three pretty maidens to wait on me there,
And to dance at my wedding on Sunday,
For I shall be married on Sunday!”
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