Studies In Folk-song And Popular Poetry

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162                           CELTIC POETRY.
Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free, For me the foremost of our gay young fellows ;
But I 'd leave a hundred, pure love, for thee : Then put your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling black head my heart above ; Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance,
Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love ?
The verses entitled The Fair Hair'd Girl ex­press with great sweetness the sense of woe and sorrow which forms the burden of so much of the Celtic poetry, and which is only relieved by occa­sional flashes of intoxicated merriment with the glass of whiskey for its stimulus and inspiration.
The sun has set, the stars are still, The red moon hides behind the hill ; The tide has left the brown beach bare, The birds have fled the upper air ; Upon her branch the lone cuckoo Is chanting still her sad adieu ; And you, my fair hair'd girl, must go Across the salt sea under woe.
I through love have learned three things, Sorrow, sin, and death it brings, Yet day by day my heart within Dares shame and sorrow, death and sin ; Maiden, you have aim'd the dart Rankling in my ruin'd heart ; Maiden, may the God above Grant you grace to grant me love.
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