BY THAT LAKE WHOSE GLOOMY SHORE'. AIR-The Brown Irish Girl. By that lake, whose gloomy shore Young St. Kevin stole to sleep; Ah! the good Saint little knew "Twas from Kathleen's eyes he flew, Eyes of most unholy blue! 1 This ballad is founded upon one of the many stories related of St. KEVIN, whose bed in the rock is to be seen at Glendalough, a most gloomy and romantic spot in the county of Wicklow. 2 There are many other curious traditions concerning this lake, which may be found in Giraldus, Colgan, &c. She had loved him well and long, Still her eyes before him burn'd. On the bold cliff's bosom cast, Fearless she had track'd his feet And when morning met his view, Glendalough! thy gloomy wave And her ghost was seen to glide, SHE IS FAR FROM THE LAND. AIR-Open the Door. SHE is far from the land, where her young hero sleeps, And lovers are round her sighing; But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps, For her heart in his grave is lying! She sings the wild song of her dear native plains, He had lived for his love, for his country he died, They were all that to life had entwined him,— Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried, Nor long will his love stay behind him! |