所属专辑:The Very Best of John McCormack’s Irish Ballads
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she is far from the land[00:00:12]
where her young hero sleeps,[00:00:19]
and lovers are round her, sighing;[00:00:23]
but coldly she turns[00:00:30]
from their gaze, and weeps,[00:00:35]
for her heart in his grave is lying.[00:00:40]
she sings the wild song[00:00:58]
of her dear native plains,[00:01:03]
every note which he loved awaking;[00:01:06]
ah! little they think,[00:01:12]
who delight in her strains,[00:01:16]
how the heart of the minstrel[00:01:21]
is breaking.[00:01:29]
he had lived for his love,[00:01:50]
for his country he died,[00:01:54]
they were all that to life had entwined him;[00:01:58]
nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried,[00:02:07]
nor long will his love stay behind him.[00:02:14]
oh! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest,[00:02:39]
when they promise a glorious morrow;[00:02:51]
they'll shine o'er her sleep,[00:02:59]
like a smile from the west,[00:03:04]
from her own loved island of sorrow.[00:03:10]