.My feet are here on Broadway
This blessed harvest morn,
But oh! The ache that's in my heart
For the spot where I was born.
My weary hands are blistered
Through work in cold and heat!
And oh! To swing a scythe once more
Through a field of Irish wheat.
Had I the.
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