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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 203 |
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FRANCIS DAVIS (1745-1810)
MY KALLAGH DHU ASTHORE
A
GAIN the flowery feet of June have tracked our cottage side; And o'er the waves the timid moon steals, smiling like a bride : But what were June or flowers to me, or waves, or
moon, or more, If evening came and brought not thee—my Kallagh dhu asthore!
Let others prize their lordly lands, and sceptres
gemmed with blood, More dear to me the honest hands that earn my babes
their food: And little reck we queens or kings when daily
labour's o'er; And by the evening embers sings my Kallagh dhu
asthore.
And when he sings, his every song is sacred freedom's
own: And like his voice his arm is strong, for labour nursed
the bone: And then his step, and such an eye! ah, fancy!
touch no more; My spirit swims in holy joy o'er Kallagh dhu asthore 1 |
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