Clad half such witching beauty as that ould plaid shawl. Oh! some men sigh for riches, and some men live for fame, And some on history's pages hope to win a glorious name; My aims are not ambitious, and my wishes are but small You might wrap them all together in an ould plaid shawl. I'll seek her all through Galway, and I'll seek her all through Clare, I'll search for tale or tidings of my traveler everywhere, For peace of mind I'll never find until my own I call That little Irish cailin in her ould plaid shawl. SIR SAMUEL FERGUSON (1810-1866) CEAN DUBH DEELISH' UT your head, darling, darling, darling, Your darling black head my heart above; O many and many a young girl for me is pining, Then put your head, darling, darling, darling, DRIMMIN DHU Translated from Irish. Drimmin Dhu Dheelish, the dear black cow, was another pseudonym for Ireland, and there is a very sweet and plaintive air of that name. A H, Drimmin dhu dheelish, a pride of the flow," Expecting King James with the crown on his brow. 1 Cean dubh deelish, dear black head. 2 The grassy part of a bog. But if I could get sight of the crown on his brow, Welcome home, welcome home, Drimmin dhu O! LAMENT OVER THE RUINS OF THE L ONE and weary as I wandered On the world's hard destiny; Forth the moon and stars 'gan glimmer On I went in sad dejection, Careless where my footsteps bore Till I stood before the portals, Still the ancient seat was standing There I sat me down in sadness, There, I said in woful sorrow, Was a time when bells were tinkling, Empty aisle, deserted chancel, Many a bitter storm and tempest Has your roof-tree turned away, Since you first were formed a temple To the Lord of night and day. Holy house of ivied gables, That wert once the country's pride, Houseless now in weary wandering Roam your inmates far and wide. 1 Lone you are to-day, and dismal, Ivy from your eaves is growing, Where the lark to early matins Refectory cold and empty, Gone your abbot, rule, and order, Broken down your altar stones; shelter Naught see I beneath your Save a heap of clayey bones. Oh! the hardship, oh! the hatred, That have left you as you are! I myself once also prospered; |