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But that doth rest beneath thy breast
A heart of purest core, Whose pulse is known to me alone,
My Brighidin ban mo store. |
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HAVE YOU BEEN AT CARRICK?' From the Irish
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AVE you been at Carrick, and saw you my true-love there, And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright and fair ? Saw you the most fragrant, flowery, sweet apple-tree ? Oh ! saw you my loved one, and pines she in grief like me ?
" I have been at Carrick, and saw thy own true-love there;
And saw, too, her features, all beautiful, bright and fair ;
And saw the most fragrant, flowering, sweet apple-tree—
I saw thy loved one—she pines not in grief like thee."
■The translator remarks: "This is a song of the South, but there are so many places of the name of Carrick, such as Carrick-on-Shannon, Carrick-on-Suir, etc., that I cannot fix its precise locality. In this truly Irish song, when the pining swain learns that his absent mistress is not lovesick like himself, he praises the beauty of her copious hair, throws off a glass to her health, enumerates his sufferings, and swears to forego the sex forever; but she suddenly bursts upon his view, his resolves vanish into thin air, and he greets his glorious maid." |
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