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Come back to Erin

(34) Come back to Erin

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         Come Back to Erin!

Come back to Erin mavonrneen, mavonrneen,
Come back aroon to the land of thy birth,
Come with shamrocks and spring time, maAour-
neen,
And its Killarney shall ring with our mirth.
Sure when we lent yon ta beautiful England,
ittle we thought of the long winter days,
ttle we thought of the hush of the star-shin
or the mountains, the bluffs and the brnes.

                        CHORUS.

Then come lack to Erin mavonrneen, mavonrneen
Come back again to the land of your birth,
Come with shamrocks and spring-time, mavonr-
neen,
And it's Killarney shall ring with our mirth.

Over the green sea, mavonrneen, mavonrneen,
Long shone the white sail that bore thee away,
Riding the white waves that fair summer mor-
ning,
Just like a May flower afloat on the bay.
Oh, but my heatt sank when clouds came be
tween us,
Like a grey curtain the rain falling down,
Hid from my sad eyes the path o'er the ocean,
Far, far away, from my colleen hath flown.

Oh, may the angels waken or leeping
Watch o'er my bird in the land far away,
And its prayers will consign to their keeping
Care of my jewel by night and by day,
When by the fireside I watch thy bright embers
Then all my heart flies to England and thee,
Craving to know if my darling remembers,
Or if her thoughts might be crossing to me.

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   The Four-leaf'd Shamr

I'll seek a four-leaf'd Shamrock,
In all the fairy dells,
And if I find the charmed leaf
Oh, how I'll wave my spells ;
For treasure tire the weary scene,
Such triumph is but cold,
But I will play the enchanters part,
In easting bliss all round.

To worth I would honour,
I'd dry the mourners tears,
And the palid lip recall,
Tho smile of happier years ;
Ana years had been long estranged,
And friends that hath grown cold,
Should meet again like parted stream,
And mingle as of old.

The heart 'hat had been burning
O'er venished dreams of love,
Should see them all returning
Like Nosh's faithful dove.
And hope should launch her blessed barg e,
On sorrows darkening sea,
And misery's children bavh an ark
And saved from sinking be.

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