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1. Local Songs - The Sweet Silvery Light of the Moon (continued)

   

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   III
   Like a harp on the mountain my here was bold,
   He was proper, genteel, neat and clever,
   He spoke so sincere, sure he loved me so dear
   Poor Edmond his equal was never.
   IV
   But now he is dead, and gone to his cold grave,
   Like a nose cut off in full bloom,
   He is gone for to sleep, left his Jane for to weep,
   By the sweet silvery light of the moon. #
   V
   On his grave I will sit from morning till night,
   Still weeping for my hero brave.
   I'll embrace that cold sod, and I'll wet with my tears
   The daisies that bloom on his grave.
   VI
   Never again my true love I will see,
   With my Edmond I mean to be soon,
   True lovers may weep, o'er the grave where we sleep
   By the sweet silvery light of the moon.

   

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   Topics

   1. seánra
      1. filíocht
         1. filíocht na ndaoine (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   H. Kinkade

   Gender

   Female

   Occupation

   Teacher

   Informant

   Miss Reilly

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   57

   Occupation

   Farmer

   Address

   Lismagiril, Co. an Chabháin