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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 471 |
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I'd seek that land of joy in life's gifts excelling Beyond your rich rewards, I'd choose a lowly dwelling, On the fair hills of Eire Ogh !
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Gainful and large are the corn-stacks of Erin,
Uileacan dubh O ! Yellow cream and butter abound ever therein
Uileacan dubh O ! And sorrel soft and cresses where bright streams stray And speaking cuckoos fill the grove the live-long day, And the little thrush so noble of sweetest-sounding lay,
On the fair hills of Eire Ogh ! |
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THE FAIRY NURSE
Anon.— Translated by Edward Walsh
A girl is supposed to be led into the fairy fort of Lissoe, where she sees her little brother, who had died about a week before, laid in a rich cradle, and a young woman singing as she rocks him to sleep.— Translator's Note.
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WEET babe, a golden cradle holds thee, And soft the snow-white fleece enfolds thee; In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping, Where branching boughs to the winds are sweeping. Shuheen sho, lulo lo !
When mothers languish broken-hearted, When young wives are from husbands parted, |
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