On Raglan Road, of an autumn day,
I saw her first and knew,
That her dark hair would weave a snare,
That I might one day rue.
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I saw the danger and I passed,
Along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief, be a fallen leaf.
At the dawning of the day.
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On Grafton Street, in November,
We tripped lightly along the ledge,
Of a deep ravine where can be seen,
The worth of passion pledged.
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The Queen of Hearts, still baking tarts,
And I not making hay,
Oh I loved too much and by such, by such,
Is happiness thrown away.
