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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 315 |
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I called his name, and the candle flame burnt dim,
pressed a hand the door-latch upon. Deelish ! Deelish ! my woe forever that I could not
sever coward flesh from fear. 1 called his name, and the pale Ghost came; but I
was afraid to meet my dear.
0 mother mother, in tears I checked the sad hours
past of the year that's o'er, Till by God's grace I might see his face and hear the
sound of his voice once more ; The chair I set from the cold and wet, he took when
he came from unknown skies Of the land of the dead, on my bent brown head I
felt the reproach of his saddened eyes;
1 closed my lids on my heart's desire, crouched by the
fire, my voice was dumb: At my clean-swept hearth he had no mirth, and at my
table he broke no crumb. Deelish ! Deelish ! my woe forever that I could not
sever coward flesh from fear. His chair I put aside when the young cock cried, and
I was afraid to meet my dear. |
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CEAN DUV DEELISH
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EAN duv deelish, beside the sea I stand and stretch my hands to thee Across the world. The riderless horses race to shore With thundering hoofs and shuddering, hoar, Blown manes uncurled. |
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