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Show I HIS BATTLE In a little white cot nestled low in thfc valley, I Lives the eolleen I love, bonnie Aileen O'.Malley. Pure is her soul as the snows newly fallen. ; Tinder her message to me, softly callin". j ! Light is her step as the fawn on the mountain: ! j Chaste her caress as the drip of the fountain. j ! Her teeth have the shimmer of' pearls that are rleamiu'; ;! Her hair has the ulint of the sun brightly beamin'. i To shield and protect her my strong arms are aehiu'. ! j When night is before her or daylight is breakin". ; I'm fightin' for her and Cm slrikin' for freedom. ! Where viutures the brave 1 will hasten to lead thiol. ! ; I'll go over the top or I'll scout in the valley: ; I'm inarching to freedom and Aileen O'Malley. Her heart throbs with mine and her lips for mine yearn in': ! Wistful the waits for my homeward returnin'. j I see her young face through the smoke of the battle: I hear her low prayer 'bove the cannon's loud rattle. ; Lingerie', but brave, was her smile at our partin ; ; : And dim her blue eyes with the tears that were start in'. ; ! When the weak and opprest lake their place with the nations ! ; And bright beats the morn o'er their sufferin' and patience. ? ;! In the Little gray chapel, whin' loud sings the starlin'. i j I'll claim my fair bride, my own. Aileen. my darlin'. ; Then up. my shillalab, we're fightin' for freedom: : When the ''Queen's Own" goes marchin' an Irishman : leads thim; I We'll go over the top or club Huns in, the valley; strike true, old shillalab. for Aileen O'Malley. j JULIA W. SMITHSOK. |