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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 455
I can listen to music and still feel delighted;
It shakes not my spirits to hear a sweet song; My pace is quite steady, not like one affrighted
Or a tree down a torrent swept swiftly along.
I've my voice at command, and my words are ne'er wanting; And if half of the clothes in Conn's northern domain Were heap'd on my back, with their heat I'd be* panting, And fire is much hotter, I grant, than my skin.
If I stood 'neath a torrent, or plung'd in the ocean, I'd come out rather chilly and not over dry;
If robust health and strength can cause death, I've a notion I'm just in the very condition to die.
I'm not swollen out with grief till a long rope won't bind me; My mouth is more moist than the touchwood, no doubt; And I'll give you my oath, that you never will find me Drinking dry a deep lake to extinguish my drought.
I can tell night and day without making a blunder: A ship from a wherry, as well as the best;
And I know white from black, which you'll say is a wonder, Despite all the love that is lodged in my breast. |
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