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 EDWARD FITZGERALD

Then with an old friend

I talk of our youth

How 'twas gladsome, but often

Foolish, forsooth:

But gladsome, gladsome!

Or, to get merry,

"We sing some old rhyme That made the wood ring again

In summer time

Sweet summer time!

Then go we smoking,

Silent and snug. Naught passes between us,

Save a brown jug

Sometimes'

And sometimes a tear

Will rise in each eye, Seeing the two old friends

So merrily

So merrily '

And ere to bed

Go we, go we, Down on the ashes

"SVc kneel on the knee, Praying together'

Thus, then, live I

Till, 'mid all the gloom, By Heaven ! the bold sun

Is with me in the room Shining, shining!

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