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Sure this is blessed Erin an' this the same glen, / The gold is on the whin-bush, the wather sings again, / The Fairy Thorn's in flower, -- an' what ails my heart then? / Flower o' the May, / Flower o' the May, / What about the May time, an' he far away!
Summer loves the green glen, the white bird loves the sea, / An' the wind must kiss the heather top, an' the red bell hides a / bee; / As the bee is dear to the honey-flower, so one is dear to me. / Flower o' the rose, / Flower o' the rose, / A thorn pricked me one day, but nobody knows.