Raglan Road[C] - LUKE KELLY
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On Raglan Road on an autumn day
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I saw her first and knew
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That her dark hair would weave a snare,
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that I might one day rue
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I saw the danger and I passed,
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along the en--chanted way,
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and I said, Let grief, be a fallen leaf
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at the dawning of the day'
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On Grafton Street in November,
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we tripped lightly along the ledge
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Of a deep ravine, where can be seen,
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the true worth of passion's pledge
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The Queen of Hearts, still making tarts,
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and I not making hay
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Oh, I loved too much and by such,
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by such, is happiness thrown away
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I gave her gifts of the mind,
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I gave her the secret signs
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That's known to the artists who have known,
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the true gods of sound and stone
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And the word and tint, with--out stint,
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I gave her poems to say
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With her own name there, and her own dark hair,
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like clouds over fields of May
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On a quiet street, where old ghosts meet,
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I see her walking now
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Away from me so hurriedly,
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my reason must al--low
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That I had loved, not as I should,
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a creature made of clay
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When the angel woos the clay,
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he'd lose, his wings at the dawn of day
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On CRaglan Road on an autumn Fday
I Csaw her Ffirst and Cknew
That Fher dark hair would Cweave a snare,
that I might Amone day G rue
I Fsaw the danger Cand I passed,
along the en-Am-chanted Gway,
and I Csaid, Let grief, be a fallen Fleaf
at the Cdawning Fof the Cday'
On CGrafton Street in NovemFber,
we tripped Clightly aFlong the Cledge
Of a Fdeep ravine, where Ccan be seen,
the true worth of Ampassion's Gpledge
The FQueen of Hearts, still Cmaking tarts,
and I not Ammaking Ghay
Oh, I Cloved too much and by such,
by Fsuch, is Chappiness Fthrown aCway
I Cgave her gifts of the Fmind,
I Cgave her the Fsecret Csigns
That's Fknown to the artists Cwho have known,
the true gods of Amsound and Gstone
And the Fword and tint, with-C-out stint,
I gave her Ampoems to Gsay
With her Cown name there, and her own dark Fhair,
like Cclouds over Ffields of CMay
On a Cquiet street, where old ghosts Fmeet,
I Csee her Fwalking Cnow
AFway from me so Churriedly,
my reason Ammust al-G-low
That FI had loved, not Cas I should,
a creature Ammade of Gclay
When the Cangel woos the clay,
he'd F lose, his Cwings at the Fdawn of Cday