Page:Mary le More, a lamentable Irish song.pdf/5

 A lark from the gold-bloſſom'd furze that grew near her,

“Now roſe, and with energy caroll'd his lay:

“Huſh! huſh!‘ ſhe continu‘d, “the trumpet ſounds clearer;

“The horſemen approach! Erin's daughters away!

“Ah! ſoldiers, 'twas foul, while the cabin was burning

“And o'er a pale father a wretch had been mourning

“Go hide with the ſea-mew, ye maids, and take warning,

“Thoſe ruffians have ruin‘d poor Mary le More.

“Away! bring the ointment! O G-ſee those gaſhes!

"Alas! my poor brother, come dry the big tear;

“Anon, we'll have vengeance for thoſe dreadful laſhes;

“Already the ſcreech-owl and ravens appear:

“By day the green grave that lies under the willow,

“With wild flowers I'll ſtrew, and by night make my pillow,

“Till the coze and dark ſea-weed, beneath the curl'd billow,

“Shall furniſh a death-bed for Mary le More.”

Thus rav'd the poor maniac in tones more heart-rending,

Than ſanity's voice ever pour'd on my ear,

When lo! on the waſte, and their march tow'rds her bending,

A troop of fierce caralry chanc'd to appear;