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Traditional Irish Songs

"Molly Astor"
Irish Song



Oh, Mary dear, or, Mary fair,

Oh, branch of generous stem,

White blossom of the banks of Nair,

Though lilies grow on them!

You've left me sick at heart for love,

So faint I cannot see,

The candle swims the board above, -

I'm drunk for love of thee!

Oh, stately stem of maiden pride,

My woe it is, and pain,

That I, thus sever'd from thy side,

The long night must remain!

Through all the towns of Innisfail

I've wander'd far and wide;

But from Downpatrick to Kinsale,

From Carlow to Kilbride,

'Mong lords and dames of high degree

Where'er my feet have gone,

My Mary, one to equal thee

I've never look'd upon;

I live in darkness and in doubt

Whene'er my love's away,

But, were the blessed sun put out,

Her shadow would make day!

'Tis she indeed, young bud of bliss,

And gentle as she's fair,

Though lily-white her bosom is,

And sunny-bright her hair,

And dewy-azure her blue eye,

And rosy-red her cheek, -

Yet brighter she in modesty,

More beautifully meek!

The world's wise men from north to south

Can never cure my pain;

But one kiss from her honey mouth

Would make me whole again!


"Cean Dubh Deelish"
Cean Dubh Deelish (i.e. dear black head)
translated from the Irish by Samuel Ferguson

Put your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling black head my heart above;
Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance,
Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?
Oh, many and many a young girl for me is pining,
Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free,
or me, the foremost of our gay young fellows;
But I'd leave a hundred, pure love, for thee!
Then put your head, darling, darling, darling,
Your darling black head my heart above;
Oh, mouth of honey, with the thyme for fragrance,
Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?