She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps
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While around her sweet lovers are sighing
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But coldly she turns from their wooings and weeps
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For her heart with his cold grave is lying
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She sings the wild songs of her own native home
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Every note which he so loved awaking
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Ah but little they think who delight in her tones
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How the heart of this young girl is breaking
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Though he lived for his love it's for his country he died
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They were all that to life had entwined him
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The tears of his country may never be dried
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Nor long will his love stay behind him
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So make her a grave where the sun goes to rest
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And think on a glorious tomorrow
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May it shine on her sleep like a smile from the West
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From her own lovely Island of Sorrows
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Island Of Sorrows
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| Andy M. Stewart |
