Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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GLENARA.
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Grand are the mountains that circle Glenara,Seefin and brown Corrin, Knockea, and Slieve Darra;
Proudly their summits look down where its sheen flood
Lies coiled in the gorges or sunk in the greenwood.
II
Sweet are the scenes where that clear flood enlarges,Peaceful the homes by its flower-scented marges;
Fair are the maidens with eyes brightly glowing,
Who bide by its windings and list to its flowing.
III
The fairest of all amid Beauty's fair daughters,Dwells my young love by the sound of its waters:
At evening she roams through its fairy recesses,
My maid of the blue eyes and long golden tresses,
IV
Far from my dear mountain home as I wander,Ever with joy on that maiden I ponder,
Thinking and dreaming how fraught with sweet glory
My days by her side, 'mid those hills steep and hoary.
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