  "O Peter, O Apostle, hast thou seen my bright love?" M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "I saw Him even now in the midst of His foemen," M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "Come hither, two Marys, till ye keen my bright love." M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "What have we to keen if we keen not His bones?" M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "Who is that stately man on the tree of the Passion?" M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "Dost thou not know thy Son, O Mother?" M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "And is that the little Son I carried nine months? M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "And is that the little Son that was born in the stable? M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "And is that the little Son that was nursed at Mary's breast?" M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "Hush, O Mother, and be not sorrowful." M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "And is that the spear that went through Thy white side? M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "And is that the crown of thorns that crowned Thy beauteous head?" M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "Hush, O Mother, be not sorrowful. M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "Hush, O Mother, and be not sorrowful, M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "The women of my keening are yet unborn, little Mother." M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "O woman, who weepest by this My death, M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! "There will be hundreds to-day in the Garden of Paradise!" M'ÓchÓn agus m'ÓchÓn, Ó! P. H. Pearse. Taken down from Mary Clancy of Moycullen, who keened it with great horror in her voice, in a low sobbing recitative. LOVE SONGS AND POPULAR POETRY |
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