PATRICK STREET – SWEET LIBSWEEMORE

PATRICK STREET – SWEET LIBSWEEMORE

One morning in the month of June
When sol’s bright beams the air illum’ed
My cattle from the yard I drove
and then stretched at my ease
The skylark sang melodiously
And a lovely lass appeared to me
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore

When I beheld this fair joung maid
my heart began to palpitate
My eyes began to dazzle
and her figure I could not state
She was loaded with some balls of thread,
the same she had upon her head
Passing through the turbary
In sweet libsweemore

When I saw this maid approaching me
my heart rose to a height of glee,
I stood with great alacrity
to accost this charming maid
Kind sir - She says - I'm going astray
Won’t you please now show me the way
That leads to the weaver's house
in sweet Lisbweemore?

There is no other human being
in showing the way can surpass me;
I know it from my infancy,
so come along, a stoir.
Or if you’ll agree to stay with me,
I'll always be your 'gra mo chroi',
Here by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore

She soon replied: "Indeed, I won't
You are a dirty scheming rogue
please desist from flattery
with a simple, honest maid
But if you're inclined to show the way,
then come along, don't me delay,
Here by the turbary,
in sweet Lisbweemore

What she said I did excuse,
her request I could not refuse
We both walked on together
And she this to me did say:
"Where lives that man they call D.D.?
his residence I'd like to see,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore."

"Come along, my pretty maid,
don't be of me the least afraid;
I'll lead you through this rugged place
Where you never went before
And your guardian I will surely be
Until that joung man’s face we see
Here by the turbary,
in sweet Lisbweemore”

"The truth to you I will relate:
I do not wish to see his face;
The reason, too, I'll tell to you:
'tis early in the day.
And if he’d see us two alone
A song for us he might compose
Here by the turbary,
in sweet Lisbweemore”

"To do his best, what can he say ---
are we not honest going the way?
Besides, he has the [?tendency]
never to dispraise.
And another man were in my shoes
he'd spoil your thread, both warp and woof,
Here by the turbary,
in sweet Lisbweemore”

When this I said, without delay,
upon my word! she ran away!
In vain I followed after her
through flat and steeplechase.
No roe-buck in the park so quick could leap
each and the ceap and ditch
As she did through the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore!

And as she was too quick for me,
though I ran with great rapidity,
I was tumbled by the dint of speed
and topsy-turvy thrown.
Ere again on ground my foot I lay
She was a half of mile away
At least from the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.

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PATRICK STREET – SWEET LIBSWEEMORE