I
As I roved out on a Summers evening
Speculating most curiously
To my surprise I soon espied
A charming fair one approaching me.
I stood awhile in deep meditation
Contemplating what I should do
But recreating all my sensations
I thus accosted the Cailín Ruadh.
II
Are you Aurora or the beauteous Flora
The impersonation of Venus bright
Or Helen fair beyond compare
That Paris stole from the Grecian knight
Oh! fairest creature thou hast enslaved me
By Cupid's clew whose golden notes
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III
Kind sir be easy and do not tease me
By your false praises so greetingly
Say your disseminations and invocations
Your fantastic praises seducing me
I am not Aurora, nor the Godess Flora
But a a rural maiden to all men's view
That is here condoling my situation
And my appelation is the Cailin Ruadh