When I was a young lad of happy s… There came to my window the Cushl… And the song that she sang was the… And the song that she sang was the… ‘And will you come with me, a vic…

Who was stealing the Baron’s wine… Golden sherry and port so old, Precious, I wot, as drops of gold… Lone to-night he came to dine, Flung himself in his oaken chair,

Weep no more, heart of my heart, n… The night has passed and the dawn… The cuckoo calls from the budding… And tells us that Spring is near. Sorrow no more, beloved, no more!

‘It will be all the same in a thou… And in a thousand years It will be all the same, Whether or no Women’s tears flow,

O MOTHER, mother, I swept the… I prayed for his coming to our kin… A strange wind rattled the window-… I called his name and the candle f… Deelish! Deelish! my woe forever…

I shall go on the gypsies’ road, The road that has no ending; For the sedge is brown on the lone… The wild geese eastward tending. I shall go as the unfettered wave,

Even the silent lips and comfortin… I had no more; I took my place Still wondering, behind the slow s… All of your beauty Death could ro… One amongst many men who followed…

Before my time my kindred were As felons in their land, Because they claimed the liberty That freemen understand. Ere I was born in Dublin town

All night the small feet of the ra… Within the garden ran, And gentle fingers tapped the pane Until the dawn began. The rill-like voices called and su…

O brother, brother, come down to t… Come down to the caves where I pl… For oh! I saw on the rocks, aslee… A fair mermaid, and the slow waves… To bear her away, away.

‘Do you hunt alone to-day, O Red… Pray you tell me, do you hunt all… ‘Ay, I am for the chase, little c… And wish no other spearing save my… ‘And whither are you going, O Red…

Up in the cave of the wind, All bent and crabbed with their ye… In endless chatter they sit, Old Distaff, Spindle, and Shears… And they caught a mother’s song

I found a dark enchanted lake, That lay within a lonely glade; I stood a moment, held entranced, Hid 'neath the willow’s purple sha… The moon cast down her silver nets…

Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries the oak

When the white rose and the red sp… Make a scented path to tread throu… I half-dreaming all forget in the… That the city’s claim will come, b… How can I go forth again to the h…