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0 WERE YOU ON THE MOUNTAIN?
From the Irish
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were you on the mountain, and saw you my Love? And saw you my own one, my queen and my dove? And saw you the maiden with the step firm and free?
0 say, was she pining in sorrow like me ?
1 was up on the mountain and saw there your Love,
I saw there your own one, your queen and your dove; I saw there the maiden with the step firm and free, And she was not pining in sorrow like thee. |
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RINGLETED YOUTH OF MY LOVE
Translated by Douglas Hyde in " Love Songs of Connacht"
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INGLETED youth of my love, With thy locks bound loosely behind thee, You passed by the road above, But you never came in to 'find me; Where were the harm for you
If you came for a little to see me; Your kiss is a wakening dew Were I ever so ill or so dreamy.
If I had golden store
I would make a nice little boreen To lead straight up to his door,
The door of the house of my storeen; |
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