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Updated: May 15, 2025

Her father an' mother, an' the boys an' girls, was all away down in the fair, and Molly Sittin' all alone on the step of the stile, listening to the foolish little birds whistlin' among the leaves and the sound of the mountain-river flowin' through the stones an' bushes an' the crows flyin' home high overhead to the woods iv Glinvarlogh an' down in the glen, far away, she could see the fair-green iv Lisnamoe in the mist, an' sunshine among the grey rocks and threes an' the cows an' the horses, an' the blue frieze, an' the red cloaks, an' the tents, an' the smoke, an' the ould round tower all as soft an' as sorrowful as a dhrame iv ould times.

Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu - The Purcell Papers — Volume 3