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On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
No harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Thomas Campbell

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Source: The Harper [1799], st. 1

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The Harper [1799], st. 1

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