Like elm and ivy, upward grew
Maud Adair and I;
Oh, be thy spirit ever near
To whisper softly words of cheer!
While God doth guard, what can we fear,
Maud Adair and I?
Chorus.—My Maud Adair, &c.
Don’t You Cry so, Norah, Darling.
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