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The Maid, or Erin
My thoughts delight to wander,
Upon a distant shore
Where lovely, fair, and tender,
Is she whom I adore.
May heaven its blessings sparing,
On her bestow them free,
The lovely maid of Erin,
Who sweetly sang to me.
Had fortune fixed my station,
In some propitious hour,
The monarch of a nation,
Endowed with wealth and power
That wealth and power sharing,
My pureless queen should be,
The lovely maid of Erin,
Who sweetly sand to me.
Although the restless ocean,
May long between us roar,
Yet while my heart has motion,
She will long within its core
For artless and endearing ,
And mild and young is she,
The lovely maid of Erin,
Who sweetly sang to me.
When fate gives intimation,
That my last hour is nigh,
With placid resignation,
I will lay me down and die
Fond hope my bosom cheering,
That I in heaven shall see
The lovely maid of Erin,
Who sweetly sang to me.
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