School: Cnoc Sceach, An Léim (roll number 10603)

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1. The Dear Irish Maid

   

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   One fair summer's morning as Morpheus was parting
   The feathered race warbling their notes on each bough
   As beauteous Aurora just sprang from the ocean
   The fragrance of Flora diffused in each flower
   For sweet recreation I went perambulating
   Where the primrose and daisies were strewn on the plain
   Where cowslips were blooming and violets perfuming
   In an alcove sat musing the Dear Irish Maid.
   II
   The lambkins were sporting and clear fountain soaking
   The game bounding forth from each woodland and glen
   The sober herds lowing the turtle dove cooing
   The lark sweetly tuning with the Blackbird and Thrush
   The grey fog was clearing and bright sol appearing
   The speckled trout skimming the transparent stream
   Near an alcove adjacent in deep contemplation
   Sat the goddess of May or the Dear Irish Maid
   III
   I thought it indecent to approach such a fair one
   Who was doomed to serenade in these valleys
   And fearing that charmer that she may be Diana
   And that the fate of Actean might happen to her
   So quickening my paces with limbs vibrating

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Tadhg Ó Muirthuille

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Kilfadeen, Co. Cork