| Here am I, broken hearted, and lonely.
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| With a pain worse than I’ve ever known.
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| And I can’t bear to think of bein' without her,
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| as in days when I wandered alone.
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| She was my inspiration and lover.
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| We shared all the laughter and tears.
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| And I never again will find true love,
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| should I live for a hundred more years.
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| Her hair had the sheen of red roses,
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| and her skin was as white as the snow.
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| Her eyes were as green as the shamrock,
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| that around Erin’s Island those grow.
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| Her nature was gentle and charmin',
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| and her smile was beguilin' and shy.
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| All others did heil at her beauty,
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| whenever she passed them by.
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| From the first time I spied this there lassie,
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| I knew she was meant to be mine.
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| One look in her eyes and I’d fallen.
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| She had stolen my heart for all time.
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| Our love, it was sweeter than honey,
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| and warm as some tropical breeze.
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| As soft as the due in the mornin',
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| and as wild as the waves of the sea.
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| I thought we had more years together,
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| but yet, it was not meant to be.
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| And I can’t understand, and I wonder,
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| had the wisdom then took her from me?
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| And now I will go on some journey,
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| but no matter where I chance to roam,
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| I will never forget that cold mornin',
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| when the Gods called my sweet angel home.
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| And the sun it still rises each mornin',
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| and the nightingale sweetly still sings,
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| and the flowers still bloom in the meadow,
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| but no joy to me do they bring. |