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"The Ladye Of Lee"

"The Ladye Of Lee"

The Ladye Of Lee by Rev. Francis Mahony ("Father Prout")charming poet and versatile writer, born in Cork about 1803; he died in Paris, May 19, 1866. His remains were brought to Cork and buried under the shadow of Shandon Steeple.



There's a being bright, whose beams



Light my days and gild my dreams,



Till my life all sunshine seems -



'tis the ladye of Lee.



Oh! the joy that Beauty brings,



While her merry laughter rings,



And her voice of silver sings -



how she loves but me!



There's grace in every limb,



There's a charm in every whim,



And the diamond cannot dim -



the dazzling of her e'e.



There's a light amid



The lustre of her lid,



That from the crowd is hid-



and only I can see.



'Tis the glance by which is shown



That she loves but me alone;



That she is all mine own -



this ladye of Lee.



Then say, can it be wrong,



If the burden of my song



Be, how fondly I'll belong



to this ladye of Lee!