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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=539703" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Irish Convict's Return</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye mountains and glens of Old Ireland,<br>I've returned home to ye again;<br>During my absence from ye<br>My heart always felt great pain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, how I long'd to see you dear Nora,<br>And the old folks at home;<br>And the beautiful Lakes o' Killarney,<br>Where we oft together did roam. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye beautiful Lakes of Killarney,<br>Ye are welcome to me again;<br>I will now reform my character,<br>And from all bad company refrain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, how I have long'd to see my old father<br>And my mother dearer than all;<br>And my favourite dog Charlie<br>That wont to come at my call. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye green hills and lakes of Old Ireland,<br>Ye are dearer than life unto me;<br>Many sleepless nights I have had<br>Since my banishment from thee. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But to-night I will see the old folks<br>And my dear Nora too ...<br>And she and I will get married,<br>And I'm sure we will never rue. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And we may have plenty of children,<br>And for them I will work like a man.<br>And I hope Nora and I will live happy,<br>And do the best we can. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For my own part, I will never grumble,<br>But try and be content ...<br>And walk in the paths of virtue,<br>And remember my banishment. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And at night at the fireside with Nora,<br>I will tell her of my limbs being bound,<br>And all my great hardships endured,<br>And how I was lash'd like a hound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when my story is ended,<br>Nora will sympathise with her tears,<br>Which will help to drown my sorrow,<br>And help me through coming years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Topaz+McGonagall">William Topaz McGonagall</a><div class=q>
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I've returned home to ye again;
During my absence from ye
My heart always felt great pain. 

Oh, how I long'd to see you dear Nora,
And the old folks at home;
And the beautiful Lakes o' Killarney,
Where we of..."></div>
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