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Autumn
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Raglan Road
The Dubliners enjoying afternoon tea in The Shelbourne Hotel.
On Raglan Road of an autumn day
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare
That I might one day rue
I saw the danger and I passed
Along the enchanted way
And I said, let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day
Along the enchanted way
And I said, let grief be a falling leaf
At the dawning of the day
On Grafton Street in November
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledged
We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen
The worth of passions pledged
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts
And I not making hay
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
And I not making hay
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such
Is happiness thrown away
I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That’s known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
I gave her the secret sign
That’s known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
And her words and tint without stint
I gave her poems to say
With…
I gave her poems to say
With…
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