There’s a spot in my heart which no colleen may own;
There’s a depth in my soul never sounded or known;

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There’s a place in my memory my life that you fill;
No other can take it no one ever will;

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Every sorrow or care in the dear days gone by;
Was made bright by the light of the smile in your eye;

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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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Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair;
And the brow that’s all furrowed and wrinkled with care;

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I kiss the dear fingers so toil warm for me;
Oh! God bless you and keep you,

mother machree!