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In Fermoy, Ireland |
| Eileen Aroon |
When, like the dawning day, Eileen Aroon Love sends his early ray, Eileen Aroon What makes his dawning glow Only the constant know, Eileen Aroon. When, like the early rose, Eileen Aroon Beauty in child hood blows, Eileen Aroon When like a diadem Buds blush around the stem Which is the fairest gem Eileen Aroon. I know a valley fair, Eileen Aroon I know a cottage there, Eileen Aroon Far in the valley shade I know a tender maid Flow'r of the hazel glade, Eileen Aroon. Who in the song so sweet, Eileen Aroon Who in the dance so fleet, Eileen Aroon Dear are her charms to me, dearer her laughter free Dearest her constancy, Eileen Aroon. Is it the laughing eye, Eileen Aroon Is it the timid sigh, Eileen Aroon Is it the tender tone, soft as the stringed harps note Oh, it is truth alone, Eileen Aroon. When like the rising day, Eileen Aroon Love sends her early ray, Eileen Aroon What makes her dawning gleam, changeless through joy or woe Only the constant know, Eileen Aroon. Were she no longer true, Eileen Aroon What would her lover do, Eileen Aroon Fly with a broken chain, far o'er the sounding main Never to love again, Eileen Aroon. Youth will in time decay, Eileen Aroon Beauty must fade away, Eileen Aroon Castles are sacked in war, chieftains are scattered far Truth is a fixed star, Eileen Aroon. Du ca tu non Vanna tu Aileen aroon San Duca tu non Vanna tu aileen aroon Duca tu non Vanna tu Duca tu non Vanna tu Duca tu, Duca tu, Duca tu non Vanna tu O Duca tu non Vanna tu aileen aroon. Kead mille Faltie rote aileen aroon Kead mille Faltie rote aileen aroon Kead mille Faltie rote Kead mille Faltie rote Oct mille, nee mille, deh mille Faltie rote O Faltie gus fine rote aileen aroon. Tuca me sni anna me sgra ma chree stu O Tuca me sni anna me sgra ma chree stu Tuca me sni anna me Tuca me sni anna me Tuca me sni anna me sni anna me sgra me chree stu.
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