Little white rose that I loved, I… Roisin ban, Roisin ban! Fair my bud as the morning’s dawn. I kissed my beautiful flower to bl… My heart grew glad for its rich pe…

Whose is the voice that will not l… I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my… Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic th…

When I was a merry young fellow I loved the red juice of the grape… I would drink till I grew gay and… From Morpheus I could not escape. I would give myself freely to slum…

On the dry brown bough The withered leaves still cling In their last desperate hold And ceaseless murmuring. They push the swinging branch

She had hair gold as her father’s… She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, so young. She gathered lone in the long day’…

I mourned beneath the willow tree, When shrouded came a nymph to me And slid her hand in mine. Her boldness I did much upbraid, And said ‘Begone, thou wanton mai…

Heaven help your home to-night, MacCormac; for I know A white witch woman is your bride: You married for your woe. You thought her but a simple maid

Woe to the House of Breffni, and… Woe to us all in Erinn for the sh… And cursed be you, Dearvorgil, wh… And ruin brought to Erinn with th… It is the Prince of Breffni rides…

He walks like one enchanted, Whose soul is held in thrall, By some sweet presence haunted Who passed unseen by all. He speaks as half-forgetting

In the springtime once I wandered… Wonder-eyed I gazed around me in… And a path stretched long before m… While the birds, so sweetly singin… Down the path, with song and laugh…

I wish we could live as the flower… To breathe and to bloom in the sum… To slumber and sway in the heart o… And to die when our glory had done… I wish we could love as the bees l…

The green has come to the leafless… The earth brings forth its grain; The rose has come for the honey be… You will not come again. The birds have come to the empty n…

‘Every dog has his day.’ Well, dear, do you remember, How you and I found a golden day In the midst of a bleak December? You smiled at the chance of our me…

You were very fair to meet once,… With your eyes like some blue hidi… Now where the sun would ever seem… Now glowing purple through a diamo… But it was the wonder hair that yo…

There are six sorrows in my heart’… Red Allen, Clare, and Joan, Sweet Bet, and Jock, and little… Six sorrows all my own. Red Allen was my first-born son,