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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 127 |
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O I may never, never clasp
Again, her lily hand, And I may find a soldier's grave
Upon a foreign strand ; But when the heart pulse beats the last,
And death takes hold of me, One word shall part my dying lips,
Thy name, Astor Machree} |
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MAIRE MY GIRL
Air—" Mairgread ni Chealleadh"
O
VER the dim blue hills Strays a wild river, Over the dim blue hills Rests my heart ever. Dearer and brighter than
Jewels and pearl, Dwells she in beauty there, Maire * my girl.
Down upon Claris heath
Shines the soft berry, On the brown harvest tree
Droops the red cherry. Sweeter thy honey lips,
Softer the curl Straying adown thy cheeks,
Maire my girl.
1 A-stdir mo-chroldke, O treasure of my heart. * Pronounced, Maurya, |
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