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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 333 |
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From thy nest comes now not one — O'er its mouth the nettle's gone.
Sudden came the callous boys, Their deed all thy young destroys; Thou and I one fate deplore, For my children are no more.
By thy side there used to be Thy sweet mate from o'er the sea; The herd's net ensnared her head, She is gone from thee—and dead.
0 Ruler of high heaven, Thou'st laid our loads uneven ; For our friends on ev'ry side • 'Mid their mates and children bide.
Hither came hosts of Faery To waste our home unwary : Though they left no wound to tell, Brunt of battle were less fell.
Woe for wife—for children, woe !
1 in sorrow's shadow go; Not a trace of them I had ! Hence my heavy heart is sad. |
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