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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 195 |
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JOHN D'ALTON
(1792-1867)
CLARAGH'S LAMENT Translated from the Irish of John MacDonnell
T
HE tears are ever in my wasted eye, My heart is crushed, and my thoughts are sad; For the son of chivalry was forced to fly, And no tidings come from the soldier lad.
Chorus.—My heart it danced when he was near, My hero ! my Caesar! my Chevalier ! But while he wanders o'er the sea Joy can never be joy to me.
Silent and sad pines the lone cuckoo,
Our chieftains hang o'er the grave of joy;
Their tears fall heavy as the summer's dew For the lord of their hearts—the banished boy.
Mute are the minstrels that sang of him,
The harp forgets its thrilling tone: The brightest eyes of the land are dim,
For the pride of their aching sight is gone.
The sun refused to lend his light,
And clouds obscured the face of day; The tiger's whelps preyed day and night,
For the lion of the forest was far away. |
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