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Oh, sweetheart and comfort! with thee by my side, I could love and live happy, whatever betide; But thou, in such bondage, wouldst die ere a day — Away to Tir-oen, then, Owen, away !
There are wild woods and mountains, and streams
deep and clear, There are loughs in Tir-oen as lovely as here; There are silver harps ringing in Yellow Hugh's hall, And a bower by the forest side, sweetest of all! •
We will dwell by the sunshiny skirts of the brake, Where the sycamore shadows glow deep in the lake; And the snowy swan stirring the green shadows there, Afloat on the water, seems floating in air.
Away to Tir-oen, then, Owen, away ! We will leave them the dust from our feet for a prey, And our dwelling in ashes and flames for a spoil — 'Twill-be long ere they quench them with streams of the Foyle! |
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PASTHEEN FION From the Irish.
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H, my fair Pastheen is my heart's delight; Her gay heart laughs in her blue eye bright; Like the apple blossom her bosom white, And her neck like the swan's on a March morn bright!
Then, Oro, come with me ! come with me ! come
with me ! Oro, come with me ! brown girl, sweet! |
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