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Show OLD CORK BESIDE THE LEE. Stately cities rise in splendor O'er the land wherein I dwell. And they waken feelings tender In the hearts that love them well-Some well-Some from 'Frisco's golden gateway, Some from Boston and New York, But l 'vow:l'd leave them straight way For a glimpse of dear old Cork! Yes, their glories I'd abandon. Once again the soil to stand on. From which rise the walls of Shandon, Far across the spreading sea, Once again to see the city Where the boys are brave and witty, And the-girls are sweet and pretty, In old Cork beside the Lee! Stately cities rise in splendor O'er the. world from pole to pole, But I never will surrender That old city of my soul: She is neither Rome nor Venice, Neither London nor New York, But where'er my tongue or pen is I will hymn the praise of Cork! Yes, wherever T may wander. Still my heart will ever ponder On that old town over yonder, Far across the spreading sea, On that famous Irish city, Where the boys are brave and witty. And the girls are sweet and pretty, In old Cork beside the Lee! Should again our land in splendor From her lowly state arise, Flinging forth may God defend her! Her green banner to the skies. Many"' exiles would be thronging Back from Boston and New York, Just to satisfy their longing For a glimpse of dear old Cork! Ah. there would be no delaying Those whose hearts for years were praying pray-ing On the Mardyke to go straying As in dwys of youth and glee. In that charming Irish city. Where the boys are brave and witty, And the girls are sweet 'and pretty, In old Cork beside the Lee! Denis F. McCarthy. |