| lyric | There's a spotin me heart which no colleen may own.
There’s a depth in me soul never sounded or known.
There’s a place in my mem^ry, my life that you fill.
No other can take it, no one ever will.
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Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair.
And the borw that’s all furrowed, and wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers, so toilwarn for me.
Oh, god bless you and keep you, Mather Machree.
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.
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