MY AUBURN MA VOURNEEN

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Do you remember, ma vourneen,

A hill where once we dreamed,

Beneath the pines of summer where

The shafts of sunlight gleamed.

How they sparkled on the hummock,

How they dappled all the green.

Do you remember how you felt,

My auburn ma vourneen?

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I remember, ma vourneen,

Your skin of burnished gold;

The fire that raged within my heart,

When pausing on the wold.

Your eyes as brown as autumn leaves,

That sprinkle woodland dene.

Do you remember as I do,

My auburn ma vourneen?

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Ma Vourneen is Gaelic for My Darling

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Mícheál Walsh Poetry

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