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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 465 |
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Then leave the gay crowd—though my cottage is lonely,
Gay halls without hearts are far lonelier still; Then say thou'lt be mine, Mary, always and only,
And I'll be thy shelter whate'er be thine ill. As the fond mother clings to her fair little blossom
The closer when blight hath appeared on its bloom, So thou Love the dearer shall be to this bosom;
The deeper thy sorrow, the darker thy doom. |
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