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- (continued from previous page)Of the wreck of Dunlough Bay.Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
- One morning in May as Phoebus resplendently shone
For pure recreation I carelessly wandered alone
By a clear crystal stream convenient to famed Gubbeen shore,
I espied a fair maiden, she's the fair one I love and adoreHer fine golden traces spontaneously in ringlets did flow,
Her eyes animated displayed a pure vivid glow,
Her voice more enticing than Cynthia on the Cyprian shore
Or the harp of Orpheus, she's the fair one I love and adoreHer carriage is neat, her waist is slender and small,
Her breast elevated, her stature majestic and tall
Her skin like the snow or the foam(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.