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SWEET GLENGARIFF'S WATER.
I
Where wild fowl swim upon the lakeAt morning's early shining,
I'm sure, I'm sure my heart will break
With sadness and repining.
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I met a farmer's daughter,
With gown of blue and milk-white feet,
By sweet Glengariff's water.
II
Her jet-black locks with wavy shineFell sweetly on her shoulder,
And ah! they make my heart repine
Till I again behold her;—
She smiled, and passed me strangely by,
Though fondly I besought her;
And long I'll rue her laughing eye
By sweet Glengariff's water.
III
Where wild-fowl swim upon the lakeAt morning's early splendour,
Each day my lonely path I'll take,
With thoughts full sad and tender;
I'll meet my love, and sure she'll stay
To hear the tale I've brought her—
To marry me this merry May
By sweet Glengariff's water.
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