 | Songs and poems (1909) |  |
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THE HILL-ROAD TO ARDMORE
There's the hill-road to Ardmore, Mary,
Here's the glen-road to Ardstrae:
Your home is younder, Mary,
And mine lies this way.
Here's the glen-road to Ardstrae:
Your home is younder, Mary,
And mine lies this way.
Will you come by the glen, Mary,
Or go the hill-road to Ardmore?
It is now and as you will, Mary,
For I will ask no more.
Or go the hill-road to Ardmore?
It is now and as you will, Mary,
For I will ask no more.
'Tis but a score years, Mary,
Since I bade you to Ardstrae;
And now you are not there, Mary,
Nor walk the hill-side way.
Since I bade you to Ardstrae;
And now you are not there, Mary,
Nor walk the hill-side way.
Is it only a score years, Mary,
Since we parted by the shore,
And I watched you go, Mary,
By the hill-road to Ardmore?
Since we parted by the shore,
And I watched you go, Mary,
By the hill-road to Ardmore?
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