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429 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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SHULE AROON'
A BRIGADE BALLAD
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WOULD I were on yonder hill, 'Tis there I'd sit and cry my fill, And every tear would turn a mill, Is go d-teidh tu, a mhurnin, sldn !
Siubhail, siubhail, siubhail, a ruin / Siubhail go socair, agus siubhail go ciuin, Siubhail go d-ti an dor as agus eulaigh Horn, Is go d-teidh tu, a mhurnin, sldn !' |
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I'll sell my rock, I'll sell my reel, I'll sell my only spinning-wheel, To buy for my love a sword of steel, Is go d-teidh tu, a mhurnin, sldn t Siubhail, etc.
1 The date of this ballad is not positively known, but it appears to be early in the eighteenth century, when the flower of the Catholic youth of Ireland were drawn away to recruit the ranks of the Brigade, The inexpressible tenderness of the air, and the deep feeling and simplicity of the words, have made the ballad a popular favorite, notwithstanding its meagreness and poverty.—Note by Sir Charles Gavan Duffy, "Ballad Poetry of Ireland?
8 In Sparling's " Irish Minstrelsy " this is versified almost literally, as follows:
" Come, come, come, O Love ! Quickly come to me, softly move ; Come to the door, and away we'll flee, And safe for aye may my darling be I " |
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