I wish, I wish, I wish in vain, Siubhail, siubhail, siubhail, a rúin ! But now my love has gone to France, If he e'er come back, 'tis but a chance, Siubhail, siubhail, siubhail, a rúin! Siubhail go socair, agus siubhail go ciúin, IRISH MOLLY O A STREET-BALLAD Like 'Shule Aroon,' this ballad has been largely kept alive by virtue of the beautiful and pathetic air to which it is sung. OH! who is that poor foreigner that lately came to town, She's modest, mild, and beautiful, the fairest I have known- The primrose of Ireland, for wheresoe'er I go, The only one entices me is Irish Molly O! When Molly's father heard of it, a solemn oath he swore, She's modest, &c. MacDonald heard the heavy news-and grievously did say-'Farewell, my lovely Molly, since I'm banished far away, A poor forlorn pilgrim I must wander to and fro, And all for the sake of my Irish Molly O !' She's modest, &c. 'There is a rose in Ireland, I thought it would be mine : She's modest, &c. 'And now that I am dying, this one request I crave, To place a marble tombstone above my humble grave! And on the stone these simple words I'd have engraven so"MacDonald lost his life for love of Irish Molly O!"' She's modest, &c. THE MAID OF CLOGHROE Air: 'Cailín deas cruithi-na-mbo.' (The Pretty Girl milking the Cows.) As I roved out, at Faha, one morning, And the meadows were spangled with dew- On the state of my country kept low, I perceived a fair juvenile female On the side of the hill of Cloghroe. Her form resembled fair Venus, That amorous Cyprian queen ; She's the charming young sapling of Erin, She's tall, and her form is graceful, Her features are killing also ; She's a charming, accomplished young maiden, Fair Juno, Minerva, or Helen, Could not vie with this juvenile dame ; Hibernian swains are bewailing, And anxious to know her dear name. She's tender, she's tall, and she's stately, Her complexion much whiter than snow; She outrivals all maidens completely, This lovely young maid of Cloghroe. At Coachfort, at Dripsey, and Blarney And present wherever I go; Sweet, charming young maid, I adore thee, Now aid me, ye country grammarians ! To know the bright name of this fair one- Ingeniously placed in a row, A diphthong and three semivowels To solicit this juvenile phoenix- C JENNY FROM BALLINASLOE This reads remarkably like a conscious burlesque on the hedge schoolmaster's style of love poem. You lads that are funny, and call maids your honey, Has kept me unable to go to and fro; It was in September, I'll ever remember, Called nice little Jenny from Ballinasloe. I said to her 'Darling! this is a nice morning; 'Sir, I did not invite you, nor yet dare not slight you; I am never inclined to disdain or to tease. I love conversation, likewise recreation; I'm free with a friend, and I'm cold with a foe ; 'Most lovely of creatures! your beautiful features Have sorely attracted and captured my heart; And feel for a creature that's tortured in woe. 'Sir, yonder's my lover; if he should discover Be pleased to withdraw, then, lest he might you see. I bowed then genteelly, and thanked her quite freely; So great was my trouble my pace I did double ; My heart was oppressed and sank down with the load, For ever I'll mourn for beauteous Jane Curran, And ramble about in affection and woe, And think on the hour I saw that sweet flower, THE BOYNE WATER Sir Charles Gavan Duffy rightly observes that these fragments of the original 'Boyne Water' are far more racy and spirited than the song by Colonel Blacker which has superseded them. July the First, of a morning clear, one thousand six hundred and ninety, King William did his men prepare-of thousands he had thirtyTo fight King James and all his foes, encamped near the Boyne Water He little fear'd, though two to one, their multitudes to scatter. |