THE BANKS OF MY OWN LOVELY LEE

claddagh_ring How oft do my thoughts in their fancy take flight,
To the home of my childhood away,
To the days when each patriot fervor seemed bright,
Ere I thought these days would decay,
When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow,
Down the Mardyke through each elm tree,
Where we sported and played neath each green leafy shade
On the banks of my own lovely Lee

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