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Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
Such parting break the heart they fondly hope to heal.
Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
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Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
Best friends first to go away--
Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold
Than their weight in solid gold,
Slips their grip while greetin' you,--
Say good-bye er howdy-do?
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
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Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays
To cover up the embers that still burn.
Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
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Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking--
Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering, still?
Oh hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years and it may be forever;
Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.
They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' read more
But in vain she did conjure him,
To depart her presence so,
Having a thousand tongues t' allure him
And but one to bid him go.
When lips invite,
And eyes delight,
And cheeks as fresh as rose in June,
Persuade delay,--
What boots to say
Forego me now, come to me soon.
