Mother Machree
There\\'s a spot in my heartwhich no colleen may own;
There\\'s a depth in my soul
never sounded or known;
There\\'s a place in my memory
my life that you fill;
No other can take it
no one ever will;
Every sorrow or care
in the dear days gone by;
Was made bright by the light
of the smile in your eye;
Like a candle that\\'s set
in a window at night;
Your fond love has cheered me
and guided me right;
Sure I love the dear silver
that shines in your hair;
And the brow that\\'s all furrowed
and wrinkled with care;
I kiss the dear fingers
so toil warm for me;
Oh! God bless you and
keep you, mother machree!
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