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1. Songs - The Maid of Magheracloone (continued)

   

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   tender fond caress.
   To another lad, I gave my love, both
   morning, night and noon.
   Which banished him, far far away,
   from the hills of Magheracloone.

   The winter it is passed and gone
   The summer is drawing night.
   And with it too, my heart, has grown
   more fervent and sincere.
   Where is the hand which used to
   pluck the flowers in full bloom,
   And waved them through the silkin
   curls of the maid of Magheracloone.

   He never will return again to those
   bright sylvan shades
   He never will return again to the one his heart betrayed.
   He never more will meet me by the

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Rose Corbally

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Stranatona, Co. Monaghan