GERALD GRIFFIN
I know a valley fair,
Eileen Aroon! I knew a cottage there,
Eileen Aroon! Far in that valley's shade I knew a gentle maid, Flower of a hazel glade,
Eileen Aroon! . . .
Were she no longer true,
Eileen Aroon! What should her lover do ?
Eileen Aroon! Fly with his broken chain Far o'er the sounding main, Never to love again,
Eileen Aroon '
JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN
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��672 Dark Rosaleen
MY Dark Rosaleen, Do not sigh, do not weep! The priests are on the ocean green,
They march along the deep. There 's wine from the royal Pope,
Upon the ocean green; And Spanish ale shall give you hope, My Dark Rosaleen' My own Rosaleen'
Shall glad your heart, shall give you hope, Shall give you health, and help, and hope,
My Dark Rosaleen! 79*
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