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Show AH, SWEET IS TIPPERARY. By Denis A. McCarthy. Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the springtime spring-time of the year. When the hawthorn's whiter than the snow. When the feather folk assemble and the air is all a-trcmble. With their singing and their winging wing-ing to and fro. When queenly Sliave-na-mon puts her verdant- vesture on, And smiles to hear the news the breezes bring. When the sun begins to glance on the rivulets that dance Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring! Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the springtime spring-time of the year, When the mists are rising from the lea, When the Golden Vale is smiling with a beauty all beguiling And the Suir goes crooning to the sea ; When the shadow and the showers only multiply the flowers That the lavish hand of May will fling; When in unfrequented ways, fairy music mu-sic softly plays Ah, sweet is Tipperary in the spring! As. sweet is Tipperary in the springtime spring-time of the year, When life like the year is young, When the soul is just awakening like a lily blossom breaking. And love WGrds linger on the tongue; When the blue of Irish skies is the hue of Irish eyes, And love dreams cluster and cling Round the heart and round the brain, half of pleasure, half of pain As, sweet is Tipperary .in the sprin! |