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As I was a walking one morning in the Spring,
The Winter going out and the Summer coming in
The cuckow sang cockow, you're welcome here again
And I pray you stay among the green bushes.
THE LASSES OF DUBLIN.
The meadows look cheerful, the birds sweetly sing
So gaily they carrol the praises of Spring:
Though Nature rejoices, poor Norah shall mourn,
Until her dear Patrick again shall return.
Ye lasses of Dublin, ah hide your gay charms,
Nor lure her dear Patrick from Norah's fond arms
Though satins, and ribbands, and laces are fine,
They hide not a heart with such feeling as mine.
FINIS
