  A Connaught song. Oh, my fair Pastheen is my heart's delight, Her gay heart laughs in her blue eye bright; Like the apple blossom her bosom white, And her neck like the swan's, on a March morn bright! Then, Oro, come with me! come with me! come with me! Oro, come with me! brown girl, sweet! And oh! I would go through snow and sleet, If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet! Love of my heart, my fair Pastheen! Her cheeks are red as the rose's sheen, But my lips have tasted no more, I ween, Than the glass I drank to the health of my queen! Then, Oro, come with me! come with me! come with me! Oro, come with me! brown girl, sweet! And oh! I would go through snow and sleet, If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet! Were I in the town, where's mirth and glee, Or 'twixt two barrels of barley bree, 'Tis I would drink to her pleasantly! Then, Oro, come with me! come with me! come with me! Oro, come with me! brown girl, sweet! And oh! I would go through snow and sleet, If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet! Nine nights I lay in longing and pain Betwixt two bushes, beneath the rain, Thinking to see you, love, once again; But whistle and call were all in vain! Then, Oro, come with me! come with me! come with me! Oro, come with me! brown girl, sweet! And oh! I would go through snow and sleet, If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet! I'll leave my people, both friend and foe; From all the girls in the world I'll go; But from you, sweetheart, oh, never! oh, no! Till I lie in the coffin, stretch'd cold and low! Then, Oro, come with me! come with me! come with me! Oro, come with me! brown girl, sweet! And oh! I would go through snow and sleet, If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet! Sir Samuel Ferguson. |
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