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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 401 |
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So true was his heart and so artless his mind, He could not think ill of the worst of mankind. He went bail for his cousin, who ran beyond sea, And all his debts fell on my cushla ma chree. Smiling—beguiling, etc.
Yet still I told Connor that I'd be his bride,— In sorrow or death not to stir from his side. He said he could ne'er bring misfortune on me; — But sure I'd be rich with my cushla ma chree. Smiling—beguiling, etc.
The morning he left us I ne'er will forget; Not an eye in our village with tears but was wet. " Don't cry any more, O mavourneen," said he. " For I will return to my cushla ma chree." Smiling—beguiling, etc.
Sad as I felt then, hope mixed with my care,— Alas! I have nothing now left but despair. His ship it went down in the midst of the sea, And its wild waves roll over my cushla ma chree. Smiling—beguiling, etc. |
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THE NATIVE IRISHMAN
By a converted Saxon
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EFORE I came across the sea To this delightful place, I thought the native Irish were A funny sort of race ; I thought they bore shillelagh-sprigs, |
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