Lyrics On Raglan Road - The Dubliners
On
Raglan
Road
on
an
autumn
day
I
saw
her
first
and
knew
That
her
dark
hair
would
weave
a
snare
That
I
might
one
day
rue
I
saw
the
danger,
yet
I
passed
Along
the
enchanted
way
And
I
said,
"Let
grief
be
a
falling
leaf
At
the
dawning
of
the
day"
On
Grafton
Street
in
November
We
tripped
lightly
along
the
ledge
Of
a
deep
ravine
where
can
be
seen
The
worth
of
passions
pledged
The
'Queen
of
Hearts'
still
making
tarts
And
I
not
making
hay
Oh,
I
loved
too
much
and
by
such,
by
such
Is
happiness
thrown
away
I
gave
her
gifts
of
the
mind
I
gave
her
the
secret
sign
That's
known
to
the
artists
who
have
known
The
true
gods
of
sound
and
stone
And
word
and
tint
I
did
not
stint
For
I
gave
her
poems
to
say
With
her
own
name
there
and
her
own
dark
hair
Like
clouds
over
fields
of
May
On
a
quiet
street
where
old
ghosts
meet
I
see
her
walking
now
Away
from
me
so
hurriedly
My
reason
must
allow
That
I
had
loved
not
as
I
should
A
creature
made
of
clay
When
the
angel
woos
the
clay
He'll
lose
his
wings
at
dawn
of
day
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