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 memory



　　my life that you fill;



　　No other can take it



　　no one ever will;



　　Every 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 a window at night;



　　Your fond love has cheered me



　　and guided me right;



　　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 warm for me;



　　Oh! God bless you and



　　keep you, mother machree!
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