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Show St. Patrick's Day I cannot w rile of Ireland's hills as I would write today, .For I am here and Ireland's there, full half the world away; And Ireland's lakes are em'rald green and 'round her the green seas, 'And I can't hear the colleen's call lilt on the Irish breeze The way it lilted to me, and I cannot see the downs, Nor see the peat smoke rising from the chimneys of the towns. The colleen's call and the high hills are half the world away, And my heart will break in my breast when comes St. Patrick's Day. She stood beside the low stone wall and sent her laughing call The mocking bird I hold so dear can't call like that, at all! For there was a bit of honey and a bit of laughter, too, A-singin' in the call and, oh, her eyes were Irish blue Her eyes are Irish blue, and, oh, I know they watch for me Until the golden sun has sunk into the western sea! And then I know she sends her call and then she turns away And my heart will break in my breast when comes St. Patrick's Day. .'A. little lilt o' laughiji' and a little lilt o' song And she is half the world away and all the days are long! No love is like the love that swells within the Irish heart! rHer heart's with me, my heart's with her, however far apart! .Anil sometimes in the night I hear h er call and call and call, And sleep has gone from me and won't come back at all, at all! And she is standin' on the hills and lookin' far away And, oh, my heart is like to break when comes St. Patrick's Day! , JUDD MOETIMEE LEWIS. |