O Lady Aideen, will you wed with… A silken gown for your body’s wear… (One flirting magpie on the quicke… The proudest colt that my land has… For you shall chafe first harnessè…

I would have wept with the beast, The bird, the blossoming flower, The hundred years of the oak, Or the insect born for an hour, Saying with my soul’s right

My foe did strike me, Lord, I am… I cannot turn to him the other che… Rather to Thee for vengeance do I… Tooth for a tooth, dear Lord, eye… Had he but felled me, giving blow…

Before her mirror in a pouting moo… Afraid to weep lest anger should r… The picture there, she did impatie… Why Fate should treat her worse t… Her lilac frock her mother’s hand…

Roses red for the fair young head… Let them be half blown, For a rose in June it will fade t… For thee my own The fairest blossoms in all love’s…

I saw her many years ago, my gladn… She stood amongst the barley field… She walked upon the mountain’s sid… She planted many famine crops with… From rugged rocks and silver shore…

Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,

One spring as I went walking By budding leaf and thorn To see the sun a-shining Upon an Easter morn; My hound she gambolled by me,

Leave me my dreams, and I shall n… Youth’s eager hours, love’s restle… Leave me my dreams, a castled gard… Where all unchid my wand’ring feet… Leave me my dreams, the foe is at…

I saw children playing, dancing in… Till a voice came calling, calling… With sad backward glances she went… Hoping they would miss her and so… Pettishly and pouting, ‘Tis not t…

Young Robin from the field in the… Singing boy, pretty maid tossing t… Light of feet, stealthily, to the… Laughing at strategy, there he run… But the thrush mid the green

A BALLAD OF SORROW ‘Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise… Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will y… ‘Now who comes so late at my door,… Who knocks thus my slumbering to b…

Oh, hearts that wear the willow, To you I tell my woe, Why thus uncared, ungartered, And all so pale I go. Come, you wan lovers sighing

In a field by Cahirconlish I stood on sleeping grass, No cry I made to Heaven From my dumb lips would pass. Three days, three nights I slumbe…

Go not to the hills of Erin When the night winds are about, Put up your bar and shutter, And so keep the danger out. For the good-folk whirl within it,