When old Leinster's sons of fame, When the grim Gaul, who have come Hither o'er the ocean's foam, From the fight victorious go, Then my heart sinks deadly low. Bless the blades our warriors draw, Have them in thy holy keeping, MOLLY ASTORE. Oh, Mary, dear-oh, Mary fair, The candle swims the board above, I'm drunk for love of thee! Oh, stately stem of maiden pride, That I, thus severed from thy side, Through all the towns of Innisfail I never looked upon : I live in darkness and in doubt Whene'er my love's away But were the gracious sun put out, 'Tis she, indeed, young bud of bliss, And sunny bright her hair, More beautifully meek! The world's wise men, from north to south Can never ease my pain But one kiss from her honey mouth Would make me well again. THE FAIR-HAIRED GIRL. I. The sun has set, the stars are still, And you, my fair-haired girl, must go II. I, through love, have learned three things, Yet, day by day, my heart within Rankling in my ruined heart; Maiden, may the God above III. Sweeter than the viol's string, Like the silver swans at play CASHEL OF MUNSTER. I'd wed you without herds, without money, or rich array, And I'd wed you on a dewy morning, at day-dawn grey; My bitter woe it is, love, that we are not far away In Cashel town, though the bare deal boards were our marriage bed this day! Oh, fair maid, remember the green hill-side, Time now has worn me; my locks are turned to grey, The year is scarce, and I am poor, but send me not, love, away! Oh, deem not my blood is of base strain, my girl, My purse holds no red gold, no coin of the silver white, Oh, I'd take her with me kindly to the County Tyrone. Oh, my girl, I can see 'tis in trouble you are And oh, my girl, I see 'tis your people's reproach you bear; I am a girl in trouble, for his sake with whom I fly NORA OF THE AMBER HAIR. I. Oh, Nora, amber-coolun, That my head should be forbidden It robs me of my rest, love, And it breaks my heart and brain ; II. Oh, valentine and sweetheart! Without a farthing store : Oh, we'd walk the dew together, And light our steps should be; And Nora, amber-coolun, I'd kiss you daintily! |