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MO MOIREEN DHU.
When I sailed away
To win wealth for you
O'er the stormy sea,
O mo moireen dhu!
On the western wave
A black pirate knave
Bore me off his slave
From mo moireen dhu!
And I should work
For the tyrant Turk,
In cruel chains, beneath the scorching sun,
And never hear, when the dreadful week was done,
Bells for Christian prayer
Calling through the air.
To win wealth for you
O'er the stormy sea,
O mo moireen dhu!
On the western wave
A black pirate knave
Bore me off his slave
From mo moireen dhu!
And I should work
For the tyrant Turk,
In cruel chains, beneath the scorching sun,
And never hear, when the dreadful week was done,
Bells for Christian prayer
Calling through the air.
Till a Moslem maid,
For the love of me,
With her artful aid,
Stole and set me free.
But no soft collogue
With that charming rogue,
Mo moireen oge,
Turned my heart from thee,
And I'm home at last
O'er the ocean vast,
My good red gold, in gaily glittering store,
Into mo moireen's modest lap to pour;
While with magic swell
Wakes our marriage bell.
For the love of me,
With her artful aid,
Stole and set me free.
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With that charming rogue,
Mo moireen oge,
Turned my heart from thee,
And I'm home at last
O'er the ocean vast,
My good red gold, in gaily glittering store,
Into mo moireen's modest lap to pour;
While with magic swell
Wakes our marriage bell.
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