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296 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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THE COOLUN1
Translated from the Irish of Maurice Dugan or O''Dugan.
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HAD you seen the Coolun, Walking down by the cuckoo's street, With the dew of the meadow shining On her milk-white twinkling feet. O my love she is, and my cat/in bg,%
And she dwells in Bal'nagar; And she bears the palm of beauty bright, From the fairest that in Erin are. |
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In Bal'nagar is the Coolun,
Like the berry on the bough her cheek ; Bright beauty dwells forever
On her fair neck and ringlets sleek; O sweeter is her mouth's soft music
Than the lark or thrush at dawn, Or the blackbird in the greenwood singing
Farewell to the setting sun. |
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Rise up, my boy ! make ready
My horse, for I forth would ride, To follow the modest damsel,
Where she walks on the green hillside: For e'er since our youth were we plighted,
In faith, troth, and wedlock true — O she's sweeter to me nine times over,
Than organ or cuckoo ! |
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1 Anchuil-fhionn, maiden of fair flowing locks.
2 Cailin 6g, young girl. |
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