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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS m |
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Flowers of the forest fallen
On the sliding summer stream —
Light and life and love are with me, Then are vanished into dream.
Berried branches of the rowan Rifled in the wizard wind —
Clan and generation leave me, Lonely on the heath behind.
Who will soothe a father's sorrow When his seven sons are gone ?
Who will watch him in his sleeping? Who will wake him at the dawn ?
Like the salmon of the river,
Rusting in the salty sea, I will lie adream, and listen
For the call to come to me.
Like the eagle of the eyrie, Kidnapped of its callow brood,
I will seek the windy valley, I will search the misty wood.
Seven sons are taken from me
In the compass of a year; Every bone is bose within me,
All my blood is white with fear;
Seven youths of brawn and beauty Moulder in their mountain bed,
Up in storied Inis-Scathach
Where their fathers reaped their bread. |
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