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 22 Young Dermot holds on with his sweet both An' swears there is only one flower in the natic Thou rose of the Shannon, thou pink of creati Och ! go to the north with me, Molly, my de The sun courts thy smiles as he sinks in ocean, The moon to thy charms veils her face devotion, And I my poor self, och! so rich is my notion, Would pay down the world for sweet Molly, dear. Though Thady can match all the lads with blarney, And sing me love songs of the lakes of Killarne In worth from my Dermot he's twenty mile journey, My heart bids me tell him I'll ne'er be his de

HELLEN MORE. The sun had kissed green Erin's waves, The dark blue mountains towered between Mild evening's dews refreshed the leaves, The moon, unclouded, rose serene- When Ellen wandered forth unseen, Alone her sorrows to deplore; False was her lover, false her friend, And false was hope to Ellen More,