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on the pleasant hillside have thought they saw thee pass, As flings a cloud before the sun a shadow on the grass, They praised thy fairness and held dear thy meekness and thy grace; They only saw thy shade, Kathleen, they did not see thy face.

Some on the purple mountains stood to see thee speeding by, As glides a sudden golden shaft across a stormy sky; And these were braggarts of their love within thy dwelling-place; They saw thy beauty, Rosin Dubh, they did not see thy face.