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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS
'' But when I think of the old time, Soft fingers, eyes that met, In spite of age, in spite of clime, I wonder they forget.
" And if they live, their life is strong; Forgotten here I die; I question with my heart, and long, And cannot answer why,
" Till by Christ's grace I walk in white Where his redeemed go, And know the reason of God's right, Or never care to know.
" But out-bound ships come home again; They sail 'neath sun and moon. Put thou the candle in the pane; They may be coming soon."
" Calm lie the lights below the town ; There's not a ship in sight; O mother I cease, and lay you down; They will not come to-night."
THE LEGEND OF STUMPIE'S BRAE1 |
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EARD ye no tell o' the Stumpie's Brae ? Sit down, sit down, young friend, I'll make your flesh to creep to-day, And your hair to stan' on end. |
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1 This embodies an actual legend attached to a lonely spot on the border of the County of Donegal. The language of the ballad is the peculiar semi-Scottish dialect spoken in the North of Ireland__Author. |
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