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| O MARY dear, ’t is long ago | |
| Since hand in hand together | |
| We sat in pleasant Rossaroe, | |
| Amidst the blooming heather; | |
| Your eyes were like the lustre shed | 5 |
| By heaven so blue and airy, | |
| Your cheeks were like the roses red | |
| Mid green hills of Tipperary. | |
| O, the hills, the hills so green, | |
| The hills so high and airy, | 10 |
| May heaven shine o’er them ever sheen, | |
| The hills of sweet Tipperary. | |
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| We sat while evening’s light illumed | |
| Comailthe’s stately mountain, | |
| Where heather bells and gorse flowers bloomed | 15 |
| Round old St. Brendan’s fountain; | |
| The redbreast’s song, the thrush’s lay, | |
| Like strains from haunts of faery, | |
| Our vespers for the closing day | |
| Mid green hills of Tipperary. | 20 |
| O, the hills, etc. | |
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| The bubbling well, the ruined cairn | |
| Where slept some warrior olden, | |
| The foxglove, heath, and waving fern, | |
| And gorse flowers gay and golden: | 25 |
| The sunlit tree, with shattered arm, | |
| That eve, true love unchary | |
| Cast o’er them all some magic charm, | |
| Mid green hills of Tipperary. | |
| O, the hills, etc. | 30 |
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| What vows in that sweet spot we made | |
| Of true love, fond and tender, | |
| Nor dreamed that joy could falsely fade, | |
| Like that gay sunset’s splendor; | |
| Nor thought death’s gloom and misery | 35 |
| Our happiness could vary, | |
| So blindly rapt in love were we, | |
| Mid green hills of Tipperary. | |
| O, the hills, etc. | |
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| What hopes were doomed, what fortunes fell, | 40 |
| Since you and I together | |
| Sat by St. Brendan’s sunlit well, | |
| Amidst the blooming heather! | |
| I wander far from Rossaroe, | |
| No longer blithe and airy, | 45 |
| And on your grave the shamrocks grow, | |
| Mid green hills of Tipperary. | |
| O, the hills, the hills so green, | |
| The hills so high and airy, | |
| May heaven shine o’er them ever sheen, | 50 |
| The hills of sweet Tipperary. | |
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