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Mother Machree
There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may own,
There's a depth in me soul never sounded or known,
There's a place in my mem'ry, my life that you fill,
No other can take it, no one ever will,
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Sure i love the dear silver that shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all furrowed & wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me,
Oh, god bless you & keep you, mother machree!
Ev'ry sorrow or care in the dear days gone by,
Was made bright by the light of she smile in your eye,
Like a candle that's set in a window at night,
Your fond love has cheered me, & guided me right
