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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 139 |
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How do I know what the North Wind cries
Herding his flocks of snow ? The menace that lies in the Hunter's eyes
How do I know ?
If I'm the Faery fool, Dalua —
Ay me, the Faery fool! I cry to them that sent me here To laugh and jest, to geek and fleer,
To scorn at law and rule: — " Why did ye also give to me Beauty and peace to know, The ears to hear and the eyes to see
And the hands that let all go t "
I cry to them that bade me jest: " Why made ye me so slight, And put a heart within my breast,
An evil gift, an evil guest, To spoil me for delight ? Made for mere laughter, answer why
Must I have eyes for dool ? Take from me tears, or let me die, For I am sick of wisdom, I,
Dalua, the Faery fool."
THE FAIRY FIDDLER
"HTMS I go fiddling, fiddling, By weedy ways forlorn : I make the blackbird's music Ere in his breast 'tis born ; The sleeping larks I waken
'Twixt the midnight and the morn. |
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