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Hush thy vain sighs...

I'd mourn the hopes...

In the days when we went gipsying.
Irish Molly...

I see them on their winding way..

Isle of beauty, fare thee well.

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Kate Kearney..

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Kathleen O'More..

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We'll meet the French in the morning..

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Where is the slave...

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O'CONNOR'S CHILD

OH! once the harp of Innisfail
Was strung full high to notes of gladness,
But yet it often told a tale

Of more prevailing sadness.

Sad was the note, and wild its fall,
As winds that moan at night forlorn
Along the isles of Fion-Gall,
When, O'Conner's child to mourn,
The harper told, how lone, how far
From any mansion's twinkling star,
From any path of social men,

Or voice, but from the fox's den,
The lady in the desert dwelt ;

And yet no wrongs, nor fear she fet.:

Say, why should dwell in place so wild,

O'Conner's pale and lovely child?

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