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THE MASTER OF LISFINRY.
[I met within the greenwood wild]
I met within the greenwood wild
My own true knight that loved me dearly,
When summer airs blew soft and mild,
And linnets sang, and waves rolled clearly;
And, oh! we pledged such loving vows,
In moss-grown glade, all green and rilly,
Where lightly waved the rustling boughs
'Mid thy dear woods, sweet Imokilly!
My own true knight that loved me dearly,
When summer airs blew soft and mild,
And linnets sang, and waves rolled clearly;
And, oh! we pledged such loving vows,
In moss-grown glade, all green and rilly,
Where lightly waved the rustling boughs
'Mid thy dear woods, sweet Imokilly!
I met my love in festive hall,
'Mid lords and knights and warriors fearless;
And there my love, among them all,
To my fond heart was ever peerless;
And he was fond, and time could ne'er
His love for me make cold and chilly:
Ah! then I knew nor grief nor care,
'Mid thy green woods, sweet Imokilly!
'Mid lords and knights and warriors fearless;
And there my love, among them all,
To my fond heart was ever peerless;
And he was fond, and time could ne'er
His love for me make cold and chilly:
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'Mid thy green woods, sweet Imokilly!
From Rincrew's turrets, high and hoar,
When autumn floods were wildly sweeping,
I saw my love ride to the shore,
I saw him in the torrent leaping,
To meet me 'neath the twilight dim,
In bowery nook, secure and stilly;
But the ruthless waters swallowed him,
By thy green woods, sweet Imokilly!
When autumn floods were wildly sweeping,
I saw my love ride to the shore,
I saw him in the torrent leaping,
To meet me 'neath the twilight dim,
In bowery nook, secure and stilly;
But the ruthless waters swallowed him,
By thy green woods, sweet Imokilly!
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