Heather
My o my o my
For the priest and the holy well
And the bell .thy story tell.,
And for the spinning wheels,
Spindle spun,
And to walk over the sand dunes
And have some fun.
O heather there breaks a sigh oh
My o my! Look up to the skies, long
Long clouded tears in thy eye,.
This now heather Jane Connors calls
From the sultry bay, where the sea
Stocks play and play, and wild white
Horses riding on on the sandy beach
Spray.
Tis heather that your soul hath the turn
Ing tide Wich be of wisdom or the cold
Ness with deep pride my( oh my oh my)
When whole of the nations hatred I thee
Stood by,
To watch thee mock and humiliation I smiled and smiled, with thy sadate and
Enduring eyes, I cried and cried..,.........?
O tis but the trees will wither long before it falls, the hull of the ship drives
On and on, though mast and her sails
are torn, stands when wind for. battle
Ships are gone,.alas!! Yet the suffering of
Man in this mourning state of thy friend
Could not give what all of thy fortune can.this of health ease hears thy jolly state But .y o my o my! Hath thee foiled
No more with thee I seek and fortunate
Have to call with upon thy gentle voice
And brow, alive!alive!alive! You cannot
Change me now!
