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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 121 |
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THE TIME ,0F THE BARMECIDES
MY eyes are filmed, my beard is gray, I am bowed with the weight of years; I would I were stretched in my bed of clay With my long-lost Youth's compeers ! For back to the past, though the thought brings woe
My memory ever glides — To the old, old time, long, long ago,
The time of the Barmecides ! To the old, old time, long, long ago, The time of the Barmecides !
Then youth was mine, and a fierce wild will
And an iron arm in war, And a fleet foot high upon Ishkar's hill,
When the watch-lights glimmered afar, And a barb as fiery as any I know
That Khoord or Beddaween rides, Ere my friends lay low—long, long ago,
In the time of the Barmecides ; Ere my friends lay low—long, long ago,
In the time of the Barmecides.
One golden goblet illumed my board,
One silver dish was there ; At hand my tried Karamanian sword
Lay always bright and bare. For those were the days when the angry blow
Supplanted the word that chides — When hearts could glow—long, long ago,
In the time of the Barmecides; When hearts could glow—long, long ago,
In the time of the Barmecides. |
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