The majestic Irish hawk

This righteous river from the eye of the hawk 

Following the path into sunlight's face 

Thy beauty stares upon your loving grace 

Down by the stone of County Cork

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In a pretty frock you were mine to greet

Sitting in an armchair as her Highness would

With these golden locks certainly love could

A heart in kind woken to meet 

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Port Cobh is where we met one starry night

In this, the Rebel County, where we were born 

My beautiful Irish bride from my heart torn 

By the War of the Roses that dimmed the light 

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Mercy, mercy, can thee be heard 

These lovers that fly like the Irish bird