Her heart with truth teeming, her eye with smiles beaming,
What mortal could injure a blossom so fair.
Oh, Norah, dear Norah, the Pride of Kildare.
Where e’er I may be, love, I’ll ne’er forget thee, love,
Though beauties may smile and try to ensnare,
Yet nothing shall ever, my heart from thine sever,
Dear Norah, sweet Norah, the Pride of Kildare.
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The Hazel Dell.
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In the Hazel Dell my Nelly’s sleeping,
Nelly loved so long,
And my lonely, lonely watch I’m keeping,
Nelly lost and gone;
Here in moon-light often we have wandered,
Through the silent shade,
Now where leafy branches drooping,
Downward little Nelly’s laid.