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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 461 |
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WILLIAM KENEALY
(1828-1876)
THE LAST REQUEST
Y
OU'RE going away, Alanna, over the stormy sea, And never more I'll see you—oh ! never, Asthorc machree ! Mavrone ! I'm sick with sorrow—sorrow as black as
night: Mabouchal goes to-morrow, by the blessed morning's light.
Oh ! once I thought, Alanna, you'd bear me to the
grave, By the side of your angel sisters, before you'd cross the
wave: Down to the green old churchyard, where the tree's
dark shadows fall — But now, Achorra, you're going, you'll not be there
at all.
The strangers' hands must lay me down to my silent
sleep, And Shemus, you'll not know it beyond the rolling
deep. Oh ! Dheeling! dheeling! Avourneen, why do you
go away, Till you'll see the poor old mother stretch'd in the
churchyard clay? |
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