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My dream to some comes true it comes with grief to more as it did to me my country thats dear old Erin's shore. I dreamt I was upon a hill bedside a lovely vale, its there I spied a comely maid, her name was Granuaile.
Her lovely hair hung down her neck,
As she was dressed in green,
I thought she was the fairest sight
That ever I had seenAs I drew near
I then could hear
By the pleasant morning gale
As she went along
She sung a song
Saying I'm poor old GranuaileI thought she had a splendid hasp(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.