Books Notated Music Mary Machree. Air: Come home to me, love. H. De Marsan, Publisher, No. 60 Chatham, Street, N Y
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Air: Come home to me, Love.
The flower of the valley was Mary Machree:
Her smiles, all bewitching, were lovely to see;
The bees, 'round her humming when Summer is gone,
When the roses were dead, might her lips take for one;
Her laugh it was music, her breath it was balm:
Her heart like the lake, was as pure and as calm,
Till love o'er it came.. like a breeze oer the sea..
And made the heart heave of sweet Mary Machree.
She loved.. and she wept: for, was gladness e'er known
To dwell in the bosom that love makes his own?
His joys are but moments; his griefs are for years;
He comes all in smiles, but he leaves all in tears..
Her lover was gone to a far distant land:
And Mary, in sadness, would pace the lone strand,
And tearfully gaze on the dark rolling sea
That parted her lover from Mary Machree.
Oh! pale grew her cheek, when there came, from afar,
The tales of the battle, and tidings of war;
Her eyes filled with tears, when the clouds gathered dark;
Her fancy would picture some tempest-tossed bark;
But, when Winter came on and the deep woods were bare,
In the hall was a voice, and a foot on the stair!
Oh! joy to the maiden.. for, o'er the blue sea,
The soldier returned to his Mary Machree!
H. DE MARSAN.
DEALER IN SONGS TOY BOOKS C.
No 60 CHATHAM ST N.Y.