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Thread #37189   Message #522572
Posted By: GUEST
07-Aug-01 - 11:04 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: An Paistin Fionn: English words?
Subject: Lyr Add: PÁISTÍN FIONN (English by Samuel Ferguson
Páistín Fionn
Translated from the Gaelic by Samuel Ferguson

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 the snow and the 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 drink to the health of my queen!

Were I in the town where's mirth and glee,
Or 'twixt two barrels of barley bree,
With my fair Pastheen upon my knee,
'Tis I would drink to her pleasantly!

Nine nights I lay in longing and pain,
Betwixt to bushes, beneath the rain,
Thinking to see you, love, again;
But whistle and call were all in vain!

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 stretched cold and low!