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In the land of Ó Catháin as I rambled at will,
Where the songsters' sweet chorus had musical skill,
Where the herds were assembled their flocks for to pen,
There I first met Eliza of Kane's Shady Glen.

I fondly addressed her as she passed me by,
She modestly answered causing me for to sigh.
Some hours we tested and I clearly saw then
That my love was invalid in Kane's Shady Glen.

In pure conversation we both tripped along
To the heights of Benbradagh where the sweet maidens throng.
In just competition could my heart wield a pen
I would first mark Eliza of Kane's Shady Glen.

She will not consent for I have no gold in store.
For her sake I will sail where the wild billows roar.
In gentle demeanour all virtues do blend
With you my Eliza of Kane's Shady Glen.

Farewell, chosen flower, may your bloom ne'er decay,
Farewell happy hours where my joy doth portray.
By the Roe's clear river my life I could spend
With you my Eliza of Kane's Shady Glen.

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