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Rh —"Chreevin evin."

(Translated from the Irish.)

I.

Youthful men and elders hoary,

List ye to the harper's song!

My clarseach weeps my true-love's story

In my true-love's native tongue;

She's bound and bleeding 'neath th' oppressor—

Few her friends and fierce her foe;

And brave hearts cold who would redress her;

Ma chreevin evin, alga O!

II.

My love had riches once and beauty—

Want and wo have pal'd her cheek!

And stalwart hearts for honour's duty—

Now they crouch like craven's sleek!

O Heaven! that e'er this day of rigour

Saw sons of heroes abject low,

And blood and tears thy face disfigure—

Ma chreevin evin, alga O!

III.

I see young virgins on the mountain,

Graceful as the bounding fawn,

With cheeks like heath-flower by the fountain,

Breasts like downy canavàn.

Shall bondsmen share these beauties ample?

Shall their pure bosoms' current flow

To nurse new slaves for them that trample

Ma chreevin evin, alga O!