| Black as night is this heart within me
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| Black as coal is this grief that drives me
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| Black as bootprints on polished hallways
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| And it’s you who have blackened it forever and always
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| For you’ve taken what’s before and behind me
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| East and West when you would not mind me
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| Sun, moon, and stars from the sky you’ve taken
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| And God, as well, if I’m not mistaken
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| Oh, Donal Óg, you’ll not find me lazy
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| Not like some high-born expensive lady
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| I’ll do your milking, and I’ll nurse your baby
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| And if you were set upon, I’ll defend you bravely
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| When all beside a vigil keep
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| The West’s asleep, the West’s asleep
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| Alas! |
| and well may Erin weep
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| When Connaught lies in slumber deep
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| There lake and plain smile fair and free
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| 'Mid rocks their guardian chivalry… |