Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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ALONG WITH MY LOVE I'LL GO. |
Ballads of Irish chivalry | ||
ALONG WITH MY LOVE I'LL GO.
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My love has an eye of brightness,An arm of valour free;
My love has a heart of lightness,
But ever true to me;
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His black locks' clust'ring flow,
And away to the wild wars ranging,
Along with my love I'll go.
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The woods wear winter's sadness,And white falls the icy shower;
There's shelter peace and gladness
Within my father's tower.
I bore the summer's burning;
I heed not winter's snow;
And thus through joy or mourning,
Along with my love I'll go.
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O, never once to leave himIn tented field or hall;
To smile if joy receive him,
Or die if he should fall.
And ever thus unchanging,
Through want, toil, and woe,
Away to the wild wars ranging,
Along with my love I'll go.
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