| One evening for pleasure I rambled
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| On the banks of some cold purling stream
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| I set down on a bed of primroses
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| And I gently fell into a dream
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| I dreamt that I saw a fair female
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| Her equal I never saw before
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| And I sighed for the laws of our country
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| As we stray there on Ireland? |
| s green shore
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| Her cheeks were like two bloomin? |
| roses
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| Her teeth were like ivory so white
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| Her eyes shone like two sparkling diamonds
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| Or the stars on some cold frosty night
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| She was dressed in the richist attire
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| And green was the mantle she wore
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| All bound down with the hemlocks and the roses
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| As we stray there on Ireland? |
| s green shore
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| Transgression of joy I awoken
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| I found this was only a dream
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| That pretty fair female had fled me
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| I longed to be slumbering again
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| May the heavens above be her guardian
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| Though I know I? |
| ll never see her anymore
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| May the goldliest sunbeam shine upon her
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| As she lies sleeping on Ireland? |
| s green shore
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| One evening for pleasure I rambled
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| On the banks of some cold purling stream
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| I set down on a bed of primroses
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| And I gently fell into a dream |