IV.
We meet in the market and fair-- We meet in the morning and night-- He sits on the half of my chair, And my people are wild with delight; Yet I long through the winter to skim, Though Eoghan longs more I can see, When I will be married to him, And he will be married to me.
Then, Oh! the marriage, the marriage, With love and _mo bhuachaill_ for me, The ladies that ride in a carriage, Might envy my marriage to me.
--------------------------------------------------------------- [84] _Vulgo_, Owen, a name frequent among the Cymry (Welsh).
THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE.
AIR--_An Cota Caol._
I.
His kiss is sweet, his word is kind, His love is rich to me; I could not in a palace find A truer heart than he.
The eagle shelters not his nest From hurricane and hail, More bravely than he guards my breast-- The Boatman of Kinsale.
II.
The wind that round the Fastnet sweeps Is not a whit more pure-- The goat that down Cnoc Sheehy leaps Has not a foot more sure.
No firmer hand nor freer eye E"er faced an autumn gale-- De Courcy"s heart is not so high-- The Boatman of Kinsale.
III.
The brawling squires may heed him not, The dainty stranger sneer-- But who will dare to hurt our cot When Myles O"Hea is here?
The scarlet soldiers pa.s.s along; They"d like, but fear to rail; His blood is hot, his blow is strong-- The Boatman of Kinsale.
IV.
His hooker"s in the Scilly van When seines are in the foam; But money never made the man, Nor wealth a happy home.
So, blest with love and liberty, While he can trim a sail, He"ll trust in G.o.d, and cling to me-- The Boatman of Kinsale.
LOVE AND WAR.
I.
How soft is the moon on Glengariff, The rocks seem to melt with the light: Oh! would I were there with dear f.a.n.n.y, To tell her that love is as bright; And n.o.bly the sun of July O"er the waters of Adragoole shines-- Oh! would that I saw the green banner Blaze there over conquering lines.
II.
Oh! love is more fair than the moonlight, And glory more grand than the sun: And there is no rest for a brave heart, Till its bride and its laurels are won; But next to the burst of our banner, And the smile of dear f.a.n.n.y, I crave The moon on the rocks of Glengariff-- The sun upon Adragoole"s wave.
MY LAND.
I.
She is a rich and rare land; Oh! she"s a fresh and fair land; She is a dear and rare land-- This native land of mine.
II.
No men than her"s are braver-- Her women"s hearts ne"er waver; I"d freely die to save her, And think my lot divine.
III.
She"s not a dull or cold land; No! she"s a warm and bold land; Oh! she"s a true and old land-- This native land of mine.
IV.
Could beauty ever guard her, And virtue still reward her, No foe would cross her border-- No friend within it pine!
V.
Oh! she"s a fresh and fair land; Oh! she"s a true and rare land; Yes! she"s a rare and fair land-- This native land of mine.
THE RIGHT ROAD.
I.
Let the feeble-hearted pine, Let the sickly spirit whine, But work and win be thine, While you"ve life.
G.o.d smiles upon the bold-- So, when your flag"s unrolled, Bear it bravely till you"re cold In the strife.
II.
If to rank or fame you soar, Out your spirit frankly pour-- Men will serve you and adore, Like a king.
Woo your girl with honest pride, Till you"ve won her for your bride-- Then to her, through time and tide, Ever cling.