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?
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Till then, good-night!
You wish the time were now? And I.
You do not blush to wish read more
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.
Excuse me, then! you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
Excuse me, then! you know my heart;
But dearest friends, alas! must part.
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.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Now fitted the halter, now travers'd the cart,
And often took leave; but was loth to part.
Good-night! good-night! as we so oft have said
Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days
That read more
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.
In every parting there is an image of death.
In every parting there is an image of death.
If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself read more
If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.
Say good-bye er howdy-do--
What's the odds betwixt the two?
Comin'--goin'--every day--
Best friends read more
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?
