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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. 173 |
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His glancing eye I may compare To ditmuiid dews on rosebuds rare; And love and valour brighten o'er The features of my bosom's store, And love and valour brighten o'er The features of my bosom's store.
My hero brave, etc. No cuckoo's note by fell or flood, No hunter's cry thro' bazelwood, Nor mist-wrapt valley yields me joy, Since cross'd the seas my royal boy, Nor mist-wrapt valley yields me Joy, Since cross'd the seas my royal boy.
My hero brave, etc. Wake wake the wild harp's wildest sound, Send sparkling flagons flowing round, Fill high the wine-cup's tide of Joy— This health to thee, my royal boy, Fill high the wine-cup's tide of joy,— This health to thee, my royal boy. |
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IRISH LULLABY.
I'll put you myself, my baby! to slumber, Not all is done by the clownish number— A yellow blanket and coarse sheet bringing, But in golden cradle that's softly swinging. Chords.—To and fro, lulla lo,
To and fro, my honnie baby! To and fro, lulla lo, To and fro, my own sweet baby! I'll put you myself, my baby! to slumber, On sunniest days of the pleasant summer; Your golden cradle on smooth lawn laying, 'Neath murmuring boughs, that the winds are swaying.
To and fro, etc. Slumber, my babe! may the sweet sleep woo you, And from your slumbers may health come to you! May all diseases now flee and fear you; May sickness and sorrow never come near you!
To and fro, etc. Slumber, my babe, may the sweet sleep woo you, And from your slumbers may health come to you! May bright dreams come, and come no other, And I be never a childless mother.
To and fro, etc. |
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THE DARK FAIRY RATH.
Long, long have I wander'd In search of my love,
O'er mooriand and mountain, thro' greenwood and grove,
From the hanks of the Malg unto Flnglas's flood,
I have ne'er seen the peer of this Child of the Wood.
One bright summer evening alone on my path,
My steps led me on to the Dark Fairy's Rath;
And seated a-near it, my fair one I found,
With her long golden locks trailing down to the ground.
And I said to myself, as I thought on her charms,
"Oh, how fondly I'd lock this young lass in my arms;
How I'd love her deep eyes, full of radiance and mirth,
Like new risen stars that shine down upon earth."
Then I twin'd round her waist my arms as a zone,
As I fondly embraced her to make her my own;
But when I glanc'd up, hehold! nought could I see,
She had fled from my sight like the bird from the tree! |
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