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His hair was black, his eye was blue,

His arm was stout, his word was true;

I wish in my heart I was with you.

Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun! *

Shule, shule, shule agra! **

Only death can ease my woe,

Since the lad of my heart from me did go,

Go-thee-thu, mavourneen slaun!

'Tis oft I sat on my true love's knee,