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You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play,
Though you glow and you glance, though you purr and you dart1; In the Junes that were warmer than these are, the waves were more gay, When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart. The herring are not in the tides as they were of old; My sorrow! for many a creak gave the creel in the cart That carried the take to Sligo town to be sold, When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart. And ah, you proud maiden2, you are not so fair when his oar3 Is heard on the water, as they were, the proud and apart, Who paced in the eve by the nets on the pebbly4 shore, When I was a boy with never a crack in my heart. 点击收听单词发音
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