And the corn is green again; 'Tis but a step down yonder lane, But the graveyard lies between, Mary, I'm very lonely now, Mary, breast. For the poor make no new friends : But, oh! they love the better still, The few our Father sends ! And you were all I had, Mary Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, That still kept hoping on When the trust in God had left my soul, 1 I thank you for the patient smile I bless you for the pleasant word When your heart was sad and soreOh! I'm thankful you are gone, Mary, Where grief can't reach you more! I'm biddin' you a long farewell, In the land I'm goin' to: They say there's bread and work for all, But I'll not forget Old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair! And often in those grand old woods And I'll think I see the little stile Where we sat side by side, And the springin' corn, and the bright May morn, When first you were my bride. C THOMAS DUFFET COME ALL YOU PALE LOVERS OME all you pale lovers that sigh and complain, While your beautiful tyrants but laugh at your pain, Come practice with me To be happy and free, In spite of inconstancy, pride, or disdain. My mistress so fair is, no language or art With such ease she can kill, Each look with new passion she captures my heart. Her smiles, the kind message of love from her eyes, When she frowns 'tis from others her flame to disguise. Thus her scorn or her spite I convert to delight, As the bee gathers honey wherever he flies. My vows she receives from her lover unknown, How blest should I be If our hearts did agree, Since already I find so much pleasure alone. I see and I love, and the bliss I enjoy No rival can lessen nor envy destroy. G SIR CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY INNISHOWEN OD bless the gray mountains of dark Donegal, For she sits evermore like a queen on her throne, And fair are the valleys of Green Innishowen, Oh! simple and bold are the bosoms they bear, Breathed his spirit abroad upon fair Innishowen. See the bountiful Couldah' careering along- 1 Couldah, Culdaff, the chief river in the Innishowen mountains. |