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Our Father Land! and wouldst thou know / Why we should call it Father Land? …
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“oh, ’t is time I should talk to your mother, / Sweet Mary,” says I. …
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Oh, I ’m not myself at all, / Molly dear, Molly dear! …
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’VOURNEEN, when your days were bright, / Never an eye did I dare to lift to you, …
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Or, All for Good Luck / YOUNG Rory O’More courted Kathleen bawn,— …
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[In Ireland they have a pretty fancy that when a child smiles in its sleep it is “talking with angels.”] / A BABY was sleeping; …
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When first I saw sweet Peggy, / ’T was on a market day: …
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Widow Machree, it ’s no wonder you frown,— / Och hone! Widow Machree; …