That made me think of Ireland dearly While the soft wind blew down the glade And shook the golden barley T'was hard, the woeful words to frame To break the ties that
That made me think on Ireland dearly. While the soft wind blew down the glade and shook the golden barley. T'was hard the woeful words to frame To break the ties that
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