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464 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF MO CRAOIBHIN CNO'
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Y heart is far from Liffey's tide And Dublin town; It strays beyond the southern side Of Cnoc-maol-Donn,3 Where Cappoquin hath woodlands green,
Where Amhan-mhor's3 waters flow, Where dwells unsung, unsought, unseen,
Mo craoibhin cno, Low clustering in her leafy screen, Mo craoibhin cno !
The high-bred dames of Dublin town
Are rich and fair, With wavy plume, and silken gown,
And stately air; Can plumes compare thy dark brown hair ?
Can silks thy neck of snow ? Or measured pace, thine artless grace,
Mo craoibhin cno, When harebells scarcely show thy trace
Mo craoibhin cno !
I've heard the songs by Lifley's wave
That maidens sung— They sung their land the Saxon's slave,
In Saxon tongue.
1 Mo craoibhin cno, pronounced Ma Creevcen Kno; " my cluster of nuts "; " my nut-brown maid."
8 Cnoc-maol-Donn (the " brown bare hill"), Knockmealdown : between Tipperary and Waterford.
s Amahan-mhor (the " Great River," pronounced Oan- Vore) : the Blackwater, which flows into the sea at Youghal. |
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