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Maurya's Song
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Maurya's Song
Rushes that grow by the black water
When will I see you more?
Land of the green, green shore!
When will the field and the small cabin
See us more
In the old country?
When will I see you more?
Land of the green, green shore!
When will the field and the small cabin
See us more
In the old country?
What is to me all the gold yonder?
She that bore me is gone.
Knees that dandled and hands that blessed me
Colder than any stone.
Stranger to me than the face of strangers
Are my own
In the old country!
She that bore me is gone.
Knees that dandled and hands that blessed me
Colder than any stone.
Stranger to me than the face of strangers
Are my own
In the old country!
Vein o' my heart, from the lone mountain
The smoke of the turf will die,
And the stream that sang to the young childer
Run down alone from the sky:
On the door-stone, grass,—and the cloud lying
Where they lie
In the old country!
The smoke of the turf will die,
And the stream that sang to the young childer
Run down alone from the sky:
On the door-stone, grass,—and the cloud lying
Where they lie
In the old country!
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