I saw children playing, dancing in a ring,
Till a voice came calling, calling one away;
With sad backward glances she went loitering,
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I wish I were over the Curlew Mountains,
Marching to Sligo by valley and fen;
I wish I were back in the years of Sarsfield,
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If thou didst slip 'neath the encircling wave
And found sure death in coral groves below,
Dost think the sea o'er thy unresting head
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Hark! in the still night. Who goes there ?
“Fifteen dead men' Why do they wait ?
“Hasten, comrade, death is so fair'
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Thrice turned she in her narrow bed,
His tears disturbed her rest;
She kissed the little babe that lay
So still upon her breast.
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The fairies, the fairies, the mischief-loving fairies,
Have stolen my loved one, my darling, and my dear;
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A Ballad of Good Intentions
Four children played by an old oak tree,
Big John and James and little Benjie,
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Bring to me white roses, roses, pinks, and lavender,
Sweet stock and gillyflowers, poppies mauve and red,
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I walked by Esknahinny at the waning of the moon,
As star by star came peeping to some celestial tune.
The little waves crept to me to call and fall away,
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The starlings they have come to town,
With polka dots on their robes of brown;
They sit a crowd on the old plane tree,
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