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"_Mona Machree, I'm the wanderin' cr'ature now, / Over the sea; / Slave of no lass, but a lover of Nature now / Careless and free._" / -- T. A. Daly.
Mona Machree! och, the sootherin' flow of it, / Soft as the sea, / Yet, in-under the mild, moves the wild undertow of it / Tuggin' at me, / Until both the head and the heart o' me's fightin' / For breath, nigh a death all so grandly invitin' / That -- barrin' your own livin' yet -- I'd delight in, / Drowned in the deeps of this billowy song to you / Sung by a lover your beauty has banned, / Not alone from your love but his dear native land, / Whilst the kiss of his lips, and touch of his hand, / And his song -- all belong to you, / Mona Machree!