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There's a place in the North where the bonnie broom grows	A
Where winding through green meadows the silver Maine flows	A
Every lark as it soars and sings that sweet spot knows	A
For the mate for whom it sings	B
Till the clear blue heaven rings	B
Is brooding on its nest mid the daisies in the grass	C
And that psalmist sweet the thrush	D
And the linnet in the bush	E
Tell the children all their secrets in song as they pass	C
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Oh brightly shines the sun there where wee birdies sing	F
A glamour's o'er the buds in the green lap of spring	F
In happy happy laughter children's voices ring	F
Like some fair enchanted ground	G
In memory it is found	G
Where my childhood's golden hours of happiness were spent	H
There within a leafy nook	I
I have pored upon a book	I
Till romance and fairy lore with every thought were blent	H
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I mind how fair the world was one bright summer day	H
Sitting in a shady place better seemed than play	H
Childhood's golden memories never fade away	H
My child friend most sweet and fair	J
My bright Lily she was there	J
We read and mused in silence and spoke our thoughts by turns	K
Lily with her lofty look	I
Turned oftenest to her book	I
The book that lay between us was the peasant poet Burns	K
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The heaven gifted man with winsome witching art	H
Who touches at his will the kindly human heart	H
'Till it throbs with joy like pain and tears begin to start	H
He so tenderly touched ours	L
With his melting magic powers	L
Made feelings which he felt within our bosoms spring	F
Where he wished for Scotia's sake	M
Some plan or book to make	M
Or to write the bonnie songs his country loves to sing	F
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Fancies wild were ours on that day so long ago	N
Stirred by Burns's genius for we had learned to know	N
The beauty of sweet Erin and something of her woe	N
And in song we longed to tell	O
Of the land we loved so well	O
Singing words of hope and cheer wailing each sad mishap	P
Like the daisies on the sod	H
With their faces turned to God	H
Clung we to the island green that nursed us on her lap	P
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I said to Lily fair my hand among her curls	Q
If we were Red Branch Knights or high and noble Earls	Q
Or poets grand like Burns instead of simple girls	Q
We might do some noble deed	H
Or touch some tuneful reed	H
Something for the land we love to bring her high renown	R
The land where we were born	S
Is spoken of with scorn	S
Her children's songs should praise her her children's deeds should	H
crown	R
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My fair and stately Lily how thy hand sought mine	T
Clasped it warm and tender with sympathy in thine	T
As I wished that we could make our 'streams and burmes shine'	T
There's many a ruin old	H
There's many a castle bold	H
There's Sleive mis with his head in mist here's the silver Maine	T
But who of them will sing	F
Till the whole world shall ring	F
With the melody and ask to hear it once again	T
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If one of her own children standing boldly forth	U
With eyes to see her beauty a heart to know her worth	V
Would fling the charm of song o'er the green robe of the North	U
Lily said sweet friend there's one	T
And his name is Herbison	T
Who sings of Northern Erin in sunlight and in storm	W
Of the legend and the tale	X
Of the banshees awful wail	X
Of Dunluce upon the sea of the castle of Galgorm	W
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Of the gallant deeds of the all but vanished race	Y
The high O'Neils who kept with princely state their place	Y
Of their white armed daughters in beauty's woeful race	Y
In that joyful youthful time	W
All my pulses beat to rhyme	W
I thought what you were doing that I would also do	H
I would praise the bonnie North	U
And draw its legends forth	U
From cottage and from castle the pleasant country through	H
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I'd make the land I loved in poesy to shine	T
The Maine should flow along in many a tuneful line	T
Songs praising hills and streams full sweetly should be mine	T
And the legends I would sing	F
From lip to lip should ring	F
My native land should ask for and hear my humble name	W
When like her tuneful son	T
Green laurels I had won	T
I'd think her love for me was better far than fame	W
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Blessed be the green recess by the sweet Maine water where	J
I a little child with my child friend sweet and fair	J
Built with golden fancies this castle in the air	J
My child friend is at rest	H
Erin's shamrock's on her breast	H
I her little minstrel am all unknown to fame	W
For the songs are all unsung	Z
And not a northern tongue	Z
Has spoken once in praise my very unknown name	W
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But I know heroic souls beyond my feeble praise	A2
I know of calm endurance like the great of other days	A2
High deeds for battle song worth a poet's noblest lays	A2
Of the pathos of the strife	B2
In the lowly walks of life	B2
Of many an unknown hero that has won the victor's crown	T
And the lovely lovely land	H
Landscape fair and castle grand	H
Worthy the coming bard who will sing of their renown	T
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I love thee well sweet Erin though fate led another way	H
I'll call thee still mavourneen when head and heart are grey	H
Another one will say and sing what I have failed to say	H
But this very day to me	W
There has come across the sea	W
Some pleasant verses bearing a well remembered name	W
That has done for Erin's land	H
What I only thought and planned	H
And won a place in Erin's heart that I can never claim	W
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So unknown beside a pine fringed lake away beyond the sea	W
Half in gladness of remembrance half in wakened childish glee	W
I stretch my hand in homage and kindredship to thee	W
I greet thee this bright day	H
From three thousand miles away	H
And to thy well earned laurels I'd add a sprig of bay	H
Glad to know thou'rt rhyming yet	H
For thy readers can't forget	H
Erin's genial loving son	T
Poet of the steadfast North kindly David Herbison	T

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