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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 461 |
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EDWARD WALSH
(1805-1850)
BRIGHIDIN BAN MO STORE1
I
AM a wand'ring minstrel man, And Love my only theme; I've strayed beside the pleasant Bann, And eke the Shannon's stream ; I've piped and played to wife and maid
By Barrow, Suir, and Nore, But never met a maiden yet Like Brighidin ban mo store.
My girl hath ringlets rich and rare,
By Nature's ringers wove — Loch-Carra's swan is not so fair
As is her breast of love; And when she moves, in Sunday sheen,
Beyond our cottage door, I'd scorn the high-born Saxon queen
For Brighidin ban mo store.
It is not that thy smile is sweet,
And soft thy voice of song — It is not that thou fleest to meet
My comings lone and long !
1 Brighidin ban mo store is, in English, fair young bride, or Bridget my treasure. The proper name, Brighit, or Bride, signifies a fiery dart, and was the name of the goddess of poetry in the pagan days of Ireland.— Walsh. |
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