Poem by Samuel Ferguson

Cean Dubh Deelish

PUT your head, darling, darling, darling,
 Your darling black head my heart above;
O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance,
 Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?

O many and many a young girl for me is pining,
 Letting her locks of gold to the cold wind free,
For 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;
O mouth of honey, with thyme for fragrance,
 Who, with heart in breast, could deny you love?

1. The Welshmen of Tirawley
2. The Pretty Girl of Loch Dan
3. The Fairy Thorn
4. The Forging of the Anchor
5. The Downfall of the Gael

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