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rin, Mavour-neen, Mavourneen, Come back, Aroon, to the land of thy birth......... ver the green sea, Ma-vour-neen, Mavourneen, Long shone the white sail that bore thee a way. may the angels, while wak-in' or sleep-in', Watch o'er my bird in the laud far away. col. voce.

little spark is shining, From whomever can it be? It gets brighter still and brighter, Like a ma-ny - dle fan-cies You con-jure in my head. When those we love are absent, How letter in the can-dle Shone out as bright before. Then the darling messenger Came