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EDWARD FITZGERALD
Then with an old friend
I talk of our youth
How 'twas gladsome, but often
Foolish, forsooth:
But gladsome, gladsome!
Or, to get merry,
"We sing some old rhyme That made the wood ring again
In summer time
Sweet summer time!
Then go we smoking,
Silent and snug. Naught passes between us,
Save a brown jug
Sometimes'
And sometimes a tear
Will rise in each eye, Seeing the two old friends
So merrily
So merrily '
And ere to bed
Go we, go we, Down on the ashes
"SVc kneel on the knee, Praying together'
Thus, then, live I
Till, 'mid all the gloom, By Heaven ! the bold sun
Is with me in the room Shining, shining!
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