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One April morning as I roved out
down by Blackwater’s side,
To a gathering at a town nearby,
a promise
I did abide.
There stood a maiden dressed in white,
with such beauty rarely seen,
With short brown hair, blue eyes
so fair,
and her smile bestowed on me.
We met again in Ireland’s West,
one evening in July,
We talked and laughed at stories told,
as the
night went quickly by.
Then I starred in her eyes, as if time stood still,
I could not bare to decline,
she took
me by the hands,
And slowly pressed her lips to mine.
The summer sun was a guiding light,
Towards the hills of green.
As we went bound to Killarney town,
To view
the summer’s scene.
We walked and gazed hand in hand,
Hearing music sweet.
Now the days have past, but the
thoughts will last
Of those places where we’d meet.
September came, the leaves did fall,
As did my broken heart.
On one sorrowful day, she said to me,
That
we would come to part.
My shoulders bowed, my head hung low,
My grief I could not hide.
As I sleep and dream, the
only way,
That she’ll be by my side.
I think of those summer days gone past,
And that night on Galway’s street,
As words cannot describe,
The
way, she swept me off my feet.
No sweeter lips, no pale blue eyes
Will I not compare to thee
In my heart will dwell,
my Clongeel girl,
Forever more to me.
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