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Daughter Nel

In an Irish country home, one evening long ago
Said an old man to his little daughter Nel
Said the girl with Irish glee, as she played on papa's knee
You promised me a story you will tell

Come tell me of the past, of my mother dear she asked
Come tell me how she looked to look just right
And to Nel the old man said, as he slowly bent his head
Tears were in his eyes, he then replied

She was sweeter than the blossoms on a clover
She was fairer than the evening's sunset glow
But I never will forget how much I loved her
When your mother took my name long, long ago

We were married she and I, and every way we tried
To make our house a home of happiness
'Til one bright September morn, on a day that your were born
God took her to a brighter home above

She was sweeter than the blossoms on a clover
She was fairer than the evening's sun set glow
But I never will forget how much I loved her
When your mother took my name long, long ago

In an Irish country home, one evening long ago
Said an old man and his little daughter Nel
Said the best of friends must part, she was dear to my heart
For your mother was the only one I love

She was sweeter than the blossoms on a clover
She was fairer than the evening's sunset glow
But I never will forget how much I love her
When your mother took my name long, long ago

She was sweeter than the blossoms on a clover
She was fairer than the evening's sunset glow
But I never will forget how much I love her
When your mother took my name long, long ago

When your mother took my name long, long ago

####....Dan Carroll....####
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