Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
Ballads of Irish chivalry | ||
THE NEW-MOWN HAY.
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Young Johnnie, in the autumn,To Limerick he came,
And none knew what brought him,
And none knew his name;
But he sat by Bessie Gray
On that sunny autumn day,
And he told her sweet romances 'mid the new-mown hay.
Then O, for fields lighted
By sweet autumn's ray,
When fond vows are plighted
'Mid the new-mown hay.
II
Young Johnnie had his dwellingDown fast by the Lee,
And in manly sports excelling,
But few like him you'd see;
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Since that sunny autumn day
When he told her sweet romances 'mid the new-mown hay.
Then O, for fields lighted
By sweet autumn's ray,
When fond vows are plighted
'Mid the new-mown hay.
III
Young Johnnie could rememberHis vows and his flame;
He came in December,
And all knew his name;
And there was a wedding gay,
And the bride was Bessie Gray,
And all from these romances 'mid the new-mown hay.
Then O, for fields lighted
By sweet autumn's ray,
When fond vows are plighted
'Mid the new-mown hay.
Ballads of Irish chivalry | ||