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HIBERNIAN SONGSTER. |
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CORMAC OGE.
The pigeons coo, the spring's approaching now. The bloom is bursting on the leaty bough; The cresses green o'er streams are clust'ring low. And honey hives with sweets abundant flow.
Rich are the fruits the haz'ly woods display,
A slender virgin, virtuous, fair and gay,
With steeds and sheep, of kine a many score,
By trout-stored Lee whose banks we'll see no more.
The little birds pour music's sweetest notes, The calves for milk distend their bleating throats; Above the weirs the silver salmon leap. While Cormac Oge and I all lonely weep.
THE SILENT BIRD IS HID.
The silent bird is hid in the boughs, a scythe is hid in the corn, The lazy oxen wink and drowse, the grateful sheep are shorn; Redder and redder burns the rose, the Illy was ne'er so pale, Stiller and stiller the river flows along the path to the vale.
A little door is bid in the boughs, a face is hiding within; When birds are silent and oxen drowse why should a maiden spin? Slower and slower turns the wheel, the face turns red and pale, Brighter and brighter the looks that steal along the path to the vale.
THE WINTER IT IS PAST.
The winter it is past and the summer come at last
And the blackbird sings on ev'ry tree; The hearts of these are glad but mine Is very sad
Since my true love is absent from me.
The rose upon the briar by the waters running clear
Gives joy to the linnet and the bee; Their little hearts are blest but mine Is not at rest
While my true love is absent from me.
My love is like the sun that in the firmament does run,
And always proves constant and true; But his is like the moon that wanders up and down,
And ev'ry month it is new.
'TWAS EARLY ONE MORNING.
"Twas early one morning young Willy arose, And up to his comrade's bedchamber he goes. "Arise, my dear comrade, and let no one know, 'Tls a fine sunny morning and a-bathing we'll go."
Young Willy plunged In, and he swam the lake round; He swam to an island—'twas soft, marshy ground; "Oh! comrade, dear comrade, do not venture In, There is deep and false water in the Lake of Coolfln!"
'Twas early that morning his sister arose; And up to her mother's bedchamber she goes— "Oh! I dreamed a sad dream about Willy last night; He was dress'd in a shroud—in a shroud of snow white!"
'Twas early that morning his mother came there; She was wringing her hands—she was tearing her hair; O, woeful the hour your dear Willy plung'd in, There is deep and false water in the Lake of Coolfln!
And I saw a fair maiden standing fast by the shore; Her face it was pale—she was weeping full sore; In deep anguish she gaz'd where young Willy plung'd in— Ah! there's deep and false water in the Lake- of Coolfin! |
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