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Irish Love Song
Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me,
The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing free,
Far too clever a lover not to be having still
A lass in the town and a lass by the road and a lass by the farther hill
Love on the field and love on the path and love in the woody glen
(Lad, will I never see you, never your face again?)
Ay, if the thing is ending, now I’ll be getting rest,
Saying my prayers and bending down to be stilled and blest,
Never the days are sending hope till my heart is sore
For a laugh on the path and a voice by the gate and a step
on the shieling floor
Grief on my ways and grief on my work and grief till the evening’s dim
(Lord, will I never hear it, never a sound of him?)
Sure if it’s done forever, better for me that’s wise,
Never the hurt, and never tears in my aching eyes,
No more the trouble ever to hide from my asking folk
Beat of my heart at click o’ the latch, and throb if his name is spoke;
Never the need to hide the sighs and the flushing thoughts and the fret,
And after awhile my heart will hush and my hungering hands forget. . .
Peace on my ways, and peace in my step, and maybe my heart grown light
(Mary, helper of heartbreak, send him to me to-night!)
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