Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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THE DRYNÁN DHUN. |
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THE DRYNÁN DHUN.
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By road and by river the wild birds sing;O'er mountain and valley the dewy leaves spring;
The gay flowers are shining, gilt o'er by the sun;
And fairest of all shines the Drynán Dhun.
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The rath of the fairy, the ruin hoar,With white silver splendour it decks them all o'er;
And down in the valleys where merry streams run,
How sweet smell the blossoms of the Drynán Dhun.
III
Ah! well I remember the soft spring dayI sat by my love 'neath its sweet-scented spray;
The day that she told me her heart I had won,
Beneath the white blossoms of the Drynán Dhun.
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The streams they were singing their gladsome song,The soft winds were blowing the wild woods among,
The mountains shone bright in the red setting sun,
As we sat 'neath the blossoms of the Drynán Dhun.
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'Tis my prayer in the morning, my dream at night,To sit thus again by my heart's dear delight,
With her blue eyes of gladness, her hair like the sun,
And her bright pleasant smile 'neath the Drynán Dhun.
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