By that Lake, whose gloomy shore, . Q &
Oh, think not my spirits are always as light,
She sung of Love, . to ge • &
Oh J. blame not the Bard,
Tho' the last Glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,
Nay, tell me not, dear, . wo
The Origin of the Harp, .
Fly not yet,

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The Song of Fionnuala, . to . to
As a Beam o'er the Face of the Waters may glow,
It is not the tear at this moment shed,
Come o'er the Sea, . * . e
What the Bee is to the Flow'ret,

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Dear Harp of my Country, *
Sublime was the Warning, . o *
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Oh I doubt me not,

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No, not more welcome, . " .
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