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British Library - Roxburghe
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Ileen Oge.
Printed and sold by J. Davenport 6, Georges-Court,
Clerkenwell London.

THE moments were sad when my love and I parted
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge,
As I kist off her tears I was near broken hearted
Ah Vurnen delish ileen oge.

Wan was her cheek which hung on my shoulder,
Damp was her hand, no marbel was colder,
I felt that I never again should behold her,
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.

When the word of command put our troop into motion
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge,
I buckled up my napsack to cross the wide ocean,
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.

Brisk were our troops, all roaring like thunder,
Pleas'd with their voyage, impatient for plunder,
My bosom with grief was near torn asunder,
Ah Vourneen delish ileen oge.

Long have I fought for my country, far, far from my true love,
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge,
All my pay and arrears I hoarded up for you love,
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.

But peace was proclaimd, I escape from the slaughter
Landed at home, my sweet girl, I sought her,
But sorrow, alas! to her cold grave had brought her,
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.

Shes gone now, alas! and has left me orlorn,
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge,
Ill betake to the desert, for ever will moan,
Ah Vurneen delish ileen oge.

No the warbling throng, with their notes so charming
Never shall sooth my grief of a morning.
But in silent solitude sighing for my darling,
Ah Vourneen delish ileen oge.

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