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STREET SONGS BALLADS AND ANONYMOUS VERSE
THE BANSHEE
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HE day was declining, The dark night drew near, And the old lord grew sadder, And paler with fear. Come, listen, my daughter, Come nearer,—O near ! It's the wind on the water That sighs in my ear.
Not the wind nor the water
Now stirred the night air, But a warning far sadder,—
The banshee was there. Now rising, now swelling,
On the night-wind it bore One cadence, still telling,
I want thee, Rossmore !
And then fast came his breath,
And more fixed grew his eye, And the shadow of death
Told his hour was nigh. In the dawn of that morning
The struggle was o'er; For when thrice came the warning,
A corpse was Rossmore. |
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