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   “You dark rolling billows that part me from Erin...”

   

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   123 7. When I left you dear Sligo the ocean was silent The young lambs were skipping along the green shore. I took the last prospect of my dear native Ireland, Lofty Benbulbin and the plains of Bowmore. 8. I then looked with sorrow on the moon that was sleeping On the bright river's bosom off Curwillick mill, And I wept on the deck as the billows were sweeping Musing on nature and my native Lough Gill. Composed by Roger Burns in Montreal. (1840)

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