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AN GAODHAL
BUD LUACHMHAR, TEARC, SEÓIDE NA h-ÓIGH-MHNÁ
SÁIMH'.
Fonn — Tá an Samhradh teacht.
I
Budh luachmhar, tearc, seóide na h-óigh-mhná sáimh'
Agus fáinne de 'n ór ar a bhleasg in a láimh,
Ach budh lonnraighe go fada a sgéimh is a bláth
Ná an ór-shlat 's na seóide d'a áille 's d'a bhreágha,
II
Nach iongnadh do 'n mhaighdean, a d' fhiafruigh at saoi
Bheith siubhal go h-aonrach ann uaigneas na slighe;
Bh-fuil subháilcidhe óig-fhear na h-Éireann cho mór,
'S nach dtnúthfadh go truaillidh le ainnfhir nó ór?
III
Do shreagair, ní'l eagladh ná buaidhirt ar mo chroidhe,
Ní dheunfadh clann Éireann dam dochar nó díth;
Gidh claonmhar ar dheise iad 's ar sheóidibh go leór,
Is annsa le cionghioll a's cáidhe go mór.
IV
Le smígeadh sgiamhach, lasta ó ionracas chroidhe,
Siubhal an óig-bhean go muinighneach iomlán na crích',
Is beannacht do 'n te, ag a rabh dóthchus as cáil
Na bh-flatha saoi-bheusach, feara fior Innse-fail.
RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE
WORE.
Air — The Summer is Coming.
I
Rich and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore ;
But ah ! her beauty was far beyond
Her sparkling gems or snow-white wand.
II
"Lady ! dost thou not fear to stray,
So lone and so lovely along this bleak way?
Are Erin's sons so good or so cold
As not to be tempted with woman or gold?"
III
"Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm ;
No son of Erin will offer me harm :—
For though they love woman and golden store,
Sir Knight! they love honor and virtue more."
IV
On she went, and her maiden smile
In safety lighted her round the green Isle ;
And blest forever is she who relied
Upon Erin's honor and Erin's pride.
