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“Comin’ through the rye”

Adapted
  GIN a body meet a body
    Comin’ through the rye,
  Gin a body kiss a body,
    Need a body cry?
  Every lassie has her laddie,—
    Ne’er a ane hae I;
  Yet a’ the lads they smile at me
    When comin’ through the rye....

Poet: Robert Burns
“The harp that once through Tara’s Halls”

The Harp that once through Tara’s halls
  The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls
  As if that soul were fled.
So sleeps the pride of former days,
  So glory’s thrill is o’er,
And hearts that once beat high for praise
  ...

Poet: Thomas Moore