If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

If we do meet again, we'll smile indeed;
If not, 'tis true this parting was well made.

Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
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Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That are no more, and shall no more return.
Thou hast but taken up thy lamp and gone to bed;
I stay a little longer, as one stays
To cover up the embers that still burn.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Good night, good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.

Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
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Gone--flitted away,
Taken the stars from the night and the sun
From the day!
Gone, and a cloud in my heart.

They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.

They say be parted well and paid his score,
And so, God be with him.

Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
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Kathleen Mavourneen, the gray dawn is breaking,
The horn of the hunter is heard on the hill,
The lark from her light wing the bright dew is shaking--
Kathleen Mavourneen, what, slumbering, still?
Oh hast thou forgotten how soon we must sever?
Oh hast thou forgotten this day we must part?
It may be for years and it may be forever;
Oh why art thou silent, thou voice of my heart?

Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
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Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
Best friends first to go away--
Grasp of hands you'd ruther hold
Than their weight in solid gold,
Slips their grip while greetin' you,--
Say good-bye er howdy-do?

My Book and Heart
Shall never part.

My Book and Heart
Shall never part.

Till then, good-night!
You wish the time were now? And I.
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Till then, good-night!
You wish the time were now? And I.
You do not blush to wish it so?
You would have blush'd yourself to death
To own so much a year ago.
What! both these snowy hands? ah, then
I'll have to say, Good-night again.