A Song (continued)
“It being in the blooming Summer time when meadows they were in their prime”
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Could he a moment but caress,
And through life's journey still possess.
The blooming flower of Grange.
Her amber locks in ringlets thick
Flowed freely round her snow-white neck
The rose that bloomed upon her cheeks.
No Winter winds could change.
In sudden raptures of delight,
I did approach this beauty bright.
My heart was caught by the first sight,
Of the blooming flower of Grange. IV
Said I, my blooming celestial fair,
Of your affections with me you'll share,
I solemnly now do declare,
your state I wish to change
While life shall animate this breast,
I'll love respect & do my best,
To keep your gent;e mind at rest.
Sweet blooming flower of Grange.
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- Patricia Flynn
- Mrs M. O' Leary
- Tullow, Co. Carlow