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Mild Mabel Kelly (Author: Samuel Ferguson)

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Carolan

1. Whoever the youth who by Heaven's decree
   Has his happy right hand 'neath that bright head of thine,
   'Tis certain that he
   From all sorrow is free
   Till the day of his death, if a life so divine
   Should not raise him in bliss above mortal degree:

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   Mild Mabel-ni-Kelly, bright Coolun of curls,
   All stately and pure as the swan on the lake;
   Her mouth of white teeth is a palace of pearls,
   And the youth of the land are love-sick for her sake!
2. No strain of the sweetest e'er heard in the land
   That she knows not to sing, in a voice so enchanting,
   That the cranes on the strand
   Fall asleep where they stand;
   Oh, for her blooms the rose and the lily ne'er wanting
   To shed its mild radiance o'er bosom or hand:
   The dewy blue blossom that hangs on the spray.
   More blue than her eye, human eye never saw,
   Deceit never lurk'd in its beautiful ray, —
   Dear lady, I drink to you, sláinte go bragh!