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THE ROSE OF DRIMNAGH.
[“Oh! wilt thou come and be my bride?]
“Oh! wilt thou come and be my bride?
Oh! wilt thou fly with me
Where wild streams glide by mountain-side,
By glen and forest-tree?
And thou'lt be lady of that land,
And like a queen shalt reign
O'er shore and strand, and mountain grand,
And many a sunny plain!
Oh! wilt thou fly with me
Where wild streams glide by mountain-side,
By glen and forest-tree?
And thou'lt be lady of that land,
And like a queen shalt reign
O'er shore and strand, and mountain grand,
And many a sunny plain!
I've found a lone and lovely cave
Where gleams a little lake;
Where the wild rills fling the silver wave,
And the birds sing in the brake:
The lake gleams clear, the rills dance bright,
Down gorge and rocky pile;
But the darkness of a starless night
Is in my soul the while.
Where gleams a little lake;
Where the wild rills fling the silver wave,
And the birds sing in the brake:
The lake gleams clear, the rills dance bright,
Down gorge and rocky pile;
But the darkness of a starless night
Is in my soul the while.
And nought can light it, save a glance,
A beam, from thy jet-black eye;
And nought can break my heart's cold trance
Save thy witching song or sigh.
Then come! I've decked that cave for thee
With summer's fairest flowers;
Away, away, o'er the hills with me,
To the forest glens and bowers!”
A beam, from thy jet-black eye;
And nought can break my heart's cold trance
Save thy witching song or sigh.
Then come! I've decked that cave for thee
With summer's fairest flowers;
Away, away, o'er the hills with me,
To the forest glens and bowers!”
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[“These loving hearts by fortune blighted]
“These loving hearts by fortune blighted,By sorrow tried full sore,
In life apart, in death united,
Sleep side by side forevermore.”
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