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On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh, No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I, No harp like my own could so cheerily play, And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

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Thomas Campbell
Age: 66 †
Born: 1777
Born: July 27
Died: 1844
Died: June 15
Journalist
Musicologist
Poet
Writer
Glasgow
Scotland
Happiness
Lad
Cheerily
Happy
Irish
Shannon
Play
Banks
Blithe
Like
Wherever
Tray
Dog
Trays
Green
Nigh
Went
Harp
Poor
Harps

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