| One morning early morn as I walked forth
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| By the margin of Lough Leigh
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| The sunshine dressed the trees in green
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| And the summer bloomed again
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| I left the town and wandered on
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| Through fields all green and gay
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| And whom shall I meet but a colleen sweet
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| At the dawning of the day
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| No cap or cloak this maiden wore
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| Her neck and feet were bare
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| Down to the ground in ringlets fell
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| Her glossy golden hair
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| A milking pail was in her hand
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| She was lovely, young and gay
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| She wore the palm from Venus bright
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| By the dawning of the day
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| On a mossy bank, I sat me down
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| With the maiden by my side
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| With gentle word, he courted her
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| Asked her to be his bride
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| She said, «Young man, don’t bring me blame»
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| And swiftly turned away
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| And the morning light was shining bright
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| At the dawning of the day |