Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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EILEEN OF THE GOLDEN HAIR. |
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EILEEN OF THE GOLDEN HAIR.
I
Come with me to Mora's bowers,Far in wild Glenara's dell,
Where the sunny sward with flowers
Glitters round the Fairy Well;
Where the green leaves quiver o'er us
To the jocund summer air,
All things bright, and life before us,
Eileen of the golden hair.
II
Darkness reigned within my bosom,Shadow drear by sorrow cast;
Thou hast set a blooming blossom,
In that desert land at last;
Thou hast taught my soul to borrow
Hope—to banish bleak despair—
Hope that shows a bright to-morrow,
Eileen of the golden hair.
III
Then away to Mora's bowers,Deep in wild Glenara's dell;
There we'll spend the summer hours,
Bound by love's bewitching spell:
Not a cloud shall linger o'er us—
Cloud of gloom or blighting care,—
All things bright, and life before us,
Eileen of the golden hair.
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