From “Irish Melodies”
O THE DAYS are gone when beauty bright
My heart’s chain wove!
When my dream of life, from morn till night,
Was love, still love!
New hope may bloom,
And days may come,
Of milder, calmer...
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Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, |
Summoned from His Bride by the “Fiery Cross of Roderick Dhu” THE HEATH this night must be my bed, |