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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 421 |
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I'll dye my petticoats, I'll dye them red, And round the world I'll beg my bread, Until my parents shall wish me dead, Is go d-teidh tu, a mhurnin, sldn / Siubhail, etc.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, 1 wish I had my heart again, And vainly think I'd not complain, Is go d-teidh tu, a mhurnin, sldn / Siubhail, etc.
But now my love has gone to France, To try his fortune to advance ; If lie e'er come back, 'tis but a chance, If go d-teidh tu, a mhurnin sldn t Siubhail, etc. |
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THE SORROWFUL LAMENTATION OF C ALLA-GHAN, GREALLY, AND MULLEN'
k4/^~^OME, tell me, dearest mother, what makes my 1^ father stay,
Or what can be the reason that he's so long away ?'' " Oh ! hold your tongue, my darling son, your tears do grieve me sore;
1 This is a genuine ballad of the people, written and sung among them. The reader will see at once how little resemblance it bears to the pseudo Irish songs of the stage, or even to the street ballads manufactured by the ballad singers. It is very touching, and not without a certain unpremeditated grace. The vagueness, which leaves entirely untold the story it under- |
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