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First Line: In a valley far away
Last Line: Of my maire bhan a stoir.
Subject(s): Marriage; Weddings; Husbands; Wives


I.

IN a valley, far away,
With my Maire bhan a stuir,
Short would be the summer-day,
Ever loving more and more;
Winter-days would all grow long,
With the light her heart would pour,
With her kisses and her song,
And her loving maith go leor.
Fond is Maire bhan a stoir,
Fair is Maire bhan a stoir,
Sweet as ripple on the shore,
Sings my Maire bhan a stoir.

II.

Oh! her sire is very proud,
And her mother cold as stone;
But her brother bravely vowed
She should be my bride alone;
For he knew I loved her well,
And he knew she loved me too,
So he sought their pride to quell,
But 'twas all in vain to sue.
True is Maire bhan a stoir,
Tried is Maire bhan a stoir,
Had I wings I'd never soar,
From my Maire bhan a stoir.

III.

There are lands where manly toil
Surely reaps the crop it sows,
Glorious woods and teeming soil,
Where the broad Missouri flows;
Through the trees the smoke shall rise,
From our hearth with maith go leor,
There shall shine the happy eyes
Of my Maire bhan a stoir.
Mild is Maire bhan a stoir,
Mine is Maire bhan a stoir,
Saints will watch about the door,
Of my Maire bhan a stoir.





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