The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill With biography, illustrations, and music |
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AH! SHEELAH, THOU 'RT MY DARLING.
Ah! Sheelah, thou 'rt my darling,
The golden image of my heart;
How cheerless seems this morning,
It brings the hour when we must part.
Though doomed to cross the ocean,
And face the proud insulting foe,
Thou hast my soul's devotion,
My heart is thine where'er I go!
Ah! Sheelah, thou 'rt my darling,
My heart is thine where'er I go!
The golden image of my heart;
How cheerless seems this morning,
It brings the hour when we must part.
Though doomed to cross the ocean,
And face the proud insulting foe,
Thou hast my soul's devotion,
My heart is thine where'er I go!
Ah! Sheelah, thou 'rt my darling,
My heart is thine where'er I go!
When tossed upon the billow,
And angry tempests round me blow,
Let not the gloomy willow
O'ershade thy lovely lily brow;
But mind the seaman's story,
Sweet William and his charming Sue;
I 'll soon return with glory,
And, like sweet William, wed thee too.
Ah! Sheelah, thou 'rt my darling,
My heart is thine where 'er I go!
And angry tempests round me blow,
Let not the gloomy willow
O'ershade thy lovely lily brow;
But mind the seaman's story,
Sweet William and his charming Sue;
I 'll soon return with glory,
And, like sweet William, wed thee too.
Ah! Sheelah, thou 'rt my darling,
My heart is thine where 'er I go!
Think on our days of pleasure,
While wand'ring by the Shannon side,
When summer days gave leisure
To stray amidst their flow'ry pride;
And while thy faithful lover
Is far upon the stormy main,
Think, when the wars are over,
These golden days shall come again.
Ah! Sheelah thou 'rt my darling,
These golden days shall come again!
While wand'ring by the Shannon side,
When summer days gave leisure
To stray amidst their flow'ry pride;
And while thy faithful lover
Is far upon the stormy main,
Think, when the wars are over,
These golden days shall come again.
Ah! Sheelah thou 'rt my darling,
These golden days shall come again!
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Farewell, ye lofty mountains,
Your flow'ry wilds we wont to rove;
Ye woody glens and fountains,
The dear retreats of mutual love.
Alas! we now must sever:
O Sheelah, to thy vows be true!
My heart is thine for ever;
One fond embrace, and then adieu!
Ah! Sheelah, thou 'rt my darling,
One fond embrace, and then adieu!
Your flow'ry wilds we wont to rove;
Ye woody glens and fountains,
The dear retreats of mutual love.
Alas! we now must sever:
O Sheelah, to thy vows be true!
My heart is thine for ever;
One fond embrace, and then adieu!
Ah! Sheelah, thou 'rt my darling,
One fond embrace, and then adieu!
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