Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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It boots not, comrades, now to tellHow oft we met in that lone dell,
And how we loved, and how we planned
To 'scape and reach the Butler's land.
One morn a brave black steed I caught,—
My captor's own fleet steed,—
And rode away to that wild spot
With headlong speed;
And towards far Ormond, glad and free,
I bore my love away with me.
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