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I was a young lad of happy sixteen There came to my window the Cushla-mochree, And the song that she sang was the song of the wind, And the song that she sang was the song of the sea.

“And will you come with me, a vie and a stor? And will you come with me, alanna?” she cried, “O, my father will rage and my mother will mourn, If I take to the mountains to march by your side.”

“O, your father must rage and your mother must sigh, But I bid you follow and I am your queen.”