  I stood by Glencar Water When spring filled all the air, And, oh, by Glencar Water It ’s a lovely place to fare! The song of Glencar Water It has such silvery frets; And there, by Glencar Water, Are banks of violets. But harsh seems Glencar Water To Norah’s soft replies, And the flowers by Glencar Water Are naught to Norah’s eyes! |
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