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1. Verses of an Old Song "My Mary from Murroe"

   

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   It's here at home in Lacha-more I take my pen and write.
   A lover in my bosom, where Mary takes her flight.
   'Twas in a flowering garden a man of power there grew.
   Till I came one day to court a dame; she was a maiden from Murroe.
   II
   We came along together till we came to the boiling well.
   It was there we sat together until the night was fell.
   The woodcock and the pheasant came fluttering through
   the breeze. It was then I kissed the ruby lips of my Mary from Murroe.
   III
   It was the eve of a funeral at the cross below the forge.
   It was there I spied my Mary and she coming down the road.
   But oh alas our last hour passed, her mother came in view
   and we had to quit seen by the smith with my Mary from Murroe.
   IV
   We came along together until we came to Barrington's gate.
   Go home, go home dear Mary and don't be the least afraid.
   For I will try for ever your footsteps to pursue
   and in spite of fame I will come again to court you in Murrow.

   It was Ryan Boney in Lackamore that composed that song. Lackamore is about four miles from Murroe.

   

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