| The Sun was setting behind the mountain
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| The dew was falling upon the leaves
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| And I was seated beside a fountain
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| And a feathered songster sang on a tree
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| With love and blessings his notes were sounding
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| Made me reminded of days of ‘oer
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| Where in a bower I plucked a flower
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| And dreamt of Edward on Lough Erne’s Shore
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| The cuckoo’s notes in the air resounding
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| Appeal to feeling and pleases the ear
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| And every note is a bliss abounding
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| Here in the valley if he were here
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| Each step I take by the winding river
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| Where we once rambled in days of oer
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| Reminds me of my banished Edward
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| And makes me lonely on Lough Erne’s Shore
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| A crop of sorrow my heart is reaping
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| My rose has faded and my hope decayed
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| And in the night time when all are sleeping
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| Awake I lie weeping till the break of day
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| For woe has wed me, delight has fled me
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| Why did you leave me, my love a stor
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| But luck compelled it and banished Edward
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| And now I am lonely on Lough Erne’s Shore
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| Oh could I move like the moon oer the ocean
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| I would send a sigh ‘oer the distant deep
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| Or could I move like a bird in motion
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| By Edward’s side I would ever keep
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| I would gently sooth him, with songs amuse him
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| I would gently sooth him and he would sigh no more
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| And seven years would soon pass over
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| And we’d both live happy on Lough Erne’s Shore |