Mother Machree

There's a spot in me heart which no colleen may own
There's a depth in me soul never sounded or known
There's a place in my mem'ry my life that you fill
No other can take it no one ever will

Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair
And the brow that's all furrowed and wrinkled with care
I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me
Oh God bless you and keep you mother machree
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I kiss the dear fingers so toil-worn for me
Oh God bless you and keep you mother machree