Robert Dwyer Joyce (Роберт Дуайер Джойс)

Sweet Glengariff’s Water

WHERE wildfowl swim upon the lake
  At morning’s early shining,
I ’m sure, I ’m sure, my heart will break
  With sadness and repining.
As I went out one morning sweet,
  I met a farmer’s daughter,
With gown of blue, and milk-white feet,
  By sweet Glengariff’s water.

Her jet-black locks, with wavy shine,
  Fell sweetly on her shoulder,
And, ah! they make my heart repine
  Till I again behold her.
She smiled, and passed me strangely by,
  Though fondly I besought her,
And long I ’ll rue her laughing eye
  By sweet Glengariff’s water.

Where wildfowl swim upon the lake
  At morning’s early splendor,
Each day my lonely path I ’ll take,
  With thoughts full sad and tender;
I ’ll meet my love, and sure she ’ll stay
  To hear the tale I ’ve brought her,
To marry me this merry May
  By sweet Glengariff’s water.

1. The Oaks of Gleneigh
2. Kilbrannon
3. Sweet Imokilly
4. The Blacksmith of Limerick
5. The Siege of Limerick

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