There's a spot in my heart,
Which no colleen may own.
There's a depth in my 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.
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Sure, I love the dear silver
That shines in your hair,
And the brow that's all [Em]furrowed,
And wrinkled with care.
I kiss the dear fingers,
So toil-worn for [Dm7]me,
Oh, God bless you [A7and [Bm]keep you,
Mother Machree.
Ev'ry sorrow or care
In the dear days gone by,
Was made bright by the light
Of the smile in your eye,
Like a candle that's set
In the window at night,
Your fond love has cheered me
And guided me ɾight.
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(I kiss)