SAINT PATRICK'S DAY IN THE MORNIN'
THE LOVE LILT OF CORPORAL PATRICK MULLOHOY OF THE CONNAUGHT RANGERS
Saint Patrick's Day in the mornin',A year ago to-day,I was awalkin' meself aloneAdown a green lane in ould Athlone—Well, sure now, of course, sweet Molly MaloneWas with me upon the way;I gathered a sprig of shamrock,Which in her dear breast she set,And, like the dew on the little plant,With tears her blue eyes were wet—For I was going away―O, Saint Patrick's Day in the mornin'A year ago to-day!
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