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Padraic Colum - Dermott Donn MacMorna
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ONE day you`ll come to my husband`s door,
Dermoit Donn MacMorna,
One day you`ll come to Hugh`s dark door,
And the pain at my heart will be no more,
Dermott Donn MacMorna!

From his bed, from his fire I`ll rise,
Dermott Donn MacMorna,
From the bed of Hugh, from his fire I`ll rise,
With my laugh for the pious, the quiet, the wise,
Dermott Donn MacMorna!

Lonesome, lonesome, the house of Hugh,
Dermott Donn MacMorna,
No cradle rocks in the house of Hugh;
The list`ning fire has thought of you,
Dermott Donn MacMorna!

Out of this loneliness we`ll go,
Dermott Donn MacMorna,
Together at last we two will go
Down a darkening road with a gleam below,
Ah, but the winds do bitter blow,
Dermott Donn MacMorna!
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