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Alone all alone by the wave-washed strand |
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And alone in a crowded hall |
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The hall it is gay and the waves they are grand |
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But but my heart is not here at all |
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It lies far away by night and by day |
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To the times and the joys that are gone |
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But I never will forget the sweet maiden I met |
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In the valley near Slievenamon |
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Oh it was not the grace of her queenly air |
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Nor her cheeks of roses glow |
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Nor her soft black eyes nor her flowing hair |
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Nor was it her lily white brow |
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'Twas the soul of truth and of melting ruth |
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And the smile like a summer's dawn |
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that stole my heart away one soft summer's day |
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In the valley near Slievenamon. |
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In the festive hall by the star watched shore Oh ever my restless spirit cries |
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My love oh my love will 1 ne'er see you more |
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And my land will you never uprise |
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By night and by day 1 ever ever pray |
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While lonely my life flows on |
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To see our flag unrolled |
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And my true love to enfold |
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In the valley near Slievenamon. |
