Dah Duit (Hi) and welcome

Ellen Bawn

Ellen Bawn

(from the Irish)

by

James Clarence Mangan



Born Dublin, 1803 - 1849



Ellen Bawn, oh, Ellen Bawn, you darling, darling dear, you



Sit awhile beside me here, I'll die unless I'm near you!



'Tis for you I'd swim the Suir and breast the Shannon's waters;



For, Ellen dear, you've not your peer in Galway's blooming daughters!



Had I Limerick's gems and gold at will to mete and measure,



Were Loughrea's abundance mine, and all Portumna's treasure,



These might lure me, might insure me many and many a new love,



But oh! no bribe could pay your tribe for one like you, my true love!



Blessings be on Connaught! that's the place for sport and raking!



Blessings, too, my love, on you, a-sleeping and a-waking!



I'd have met you, dearest Ellen, when the sun went under,



But, woe! the flooding Shannon broke across my path in thunder!



Ellen! I'd give all the deer in Limerick's parks and arbors,



Ay, and all the ships that rode last year in Munster's harbors,



Could I blot from Time the hour I first became your lover,



For, oh! you've given my heart a wound it never can recover!



Would to God that in the sod my corpse to-night were lying,



And the wild-birds wheeling o'er it, and the winds a-sighing,



Since your cruel mother and your kindred choose to sever



Two hearts that Love would blend in one forever and forever.