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THE BRITISH MINSTREL; AND
' Ah woes my heart that we should sunder f
Or that sad dirge, without a marrow —
' My true love found a grave in Yarrow?"
Or ' Highland Mary's' heavenly strain
Suffuse my eyes with tears again ?
For simple words, and music's tone.
Can make another's woes our own ;
And I have o'er the harp-strings bent,
Rapt in song's sweetest ravishment !
Enchanting strains ! rude, simple, wild,
I've loved you from a very child;
When, wedded to the poet's song.
Your thrilling tones are all divine :
The mingled strains my joys prolong —
The happy past again is mine ; —
I live in days of auld langsyiw!
Spike Island, Cove of Cork.
O WAT YE WHA'S IN YON TOWN,
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