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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 239 |
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No rest shall taste these weary limbs, or sleep the
throbbin' brain, Till Suir's flood shows gleamin' thro' the fallin' o' the
rain. |
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WHEN THE WEST WIND BLOWS
I
AM leaving of Kilyonan, An' I'm goin' ten mile away To the back of Nephin mountain, Where the gentle rivers play. I must flee the wicked ocean
That has caused my woe of woes, For its cryin' waves they rack me When the west wind blows.
'Tis the torture of a mother
When her treasured ones are lost, An' she sees the bitter water
Where their cold limbs are tossed ! Oh, black the hour they sailed away,
The angry clouds arose, An' their bed is hard an' troubled
When the west wind blows !
I heard the Banshee wailin',
An' woke in heavy fright, I said, " My Neil and Moran,
Oh, go not out to-night. For I heard the Banshee cryin'
Where the haunted hazel grows, An' 'tis evil sound her keenin
When the west wind blows ! " |
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