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IRISH SONGS JND LYRICS 337 |
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THOMAS FURLONG
(1794-1827)
BRIDGET CRUISE From the Irish of O' Carolan
O
H ! turn thee to me, my only love, Let not despair confound me; Turn, and may blessings from above In life and death surround thee. This fond heart throbs for thee alone —
Oh ! leave me not to languish; Look on these eyes, whence sleep hath flown,
Bethink thee of my anguish : My hopes, my thoughts, my destiny — All dwell, all rest, sweet girl, on thee.
Young bud of beauty, forever bright,
The proudest must bow before thee : Source of my sorrow and my delight —
Oh ! must I in vain adore thee ? Where, where, through earth's extended round, Where may such loveliness be found ?
Talk not of fair ones known of yore ; Speak not of Deirdre the renowned —
She whose gay glance each minstrel hailed;
Nor she whom the daring Dardan bore From her fond husband's longing arms; Name not the dame whose fatal charms,
When weighed against a world, prevailed; |
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