Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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I bore her to yon peakéd hill,And scooped her narrow bed,
And laid the earth, so damp and chill,
Above my darling's head.
And, comrades, since that woeful day
I've never known
One hour of gladness: and I crave,
When I shall fall amid the fray,
You'll bear me to yon mountain lone,
And lay me in my true love's grave.
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