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- Embers, Volume 1. - 2/8 -

but Memory was hidden safely in my heart--the world found it not."


"She's the darlin' of the parish, she's the pride of Inniskillen; 'Twould make your heart lep up to see her trippin' down the glen; There's not a lad of life and fame that wouldn't take her shillin' And inlist inside her service-did ye hear her laugh- in' then?

Did ye see her with her hand in mine the day that Clancy married? Ah, darlin', how we footed it-the grass it was so green! And when the neighbours wandered home, I was the guest that tarried, An hour plucked from Paradise--come back to me, Rosleen!

Across the seas, beyand the hills, by lovely Inniskillen, The rigiment come marchin'--I hear the call once more Shure, a woman's but a woman--so I took the Ser- geant's shillin', For the pride o' me was hurted--shall I never see her more?

She turned her face away from me, and black as night the land became; Her eyes were jewels of the sky, the finest iver seen; She left me for another lad, he was a lad of life and fame, And the heart of me was hurted--but there's none that's like Rosleen!"


Will you come back home, where the young larks are singin'? The door is open wide, and the bells of Lynn are ringin'; There's a little lake I know, And a boat you used to row To the shore beyond that's quiet--will you come back home?

Will you come back, darlin'? Never heed the pain and blightin', Never trouble that you're wounded, that you bear the scars of fightin'; Here's the luck o' Heaven to you, Here's the hand of love will brew you The cup of peace--ah, darlin', will you come back home?


It was as fine a churchful as you ever clapt an eye on; Oh, the bells was ringin' gaily, and the sun was shinin' free; There was singers, there was clargy--"Bless ye both," says Father Tryon-- They was weddin' Mary Callaghan and me.

There was gatherin' of women, there was hush upon the stairway, There was whisperin' and smilin', but it was no place for me; A little ship was comin' into harbour through the fair- way-- It belongs to Mary Callaghan and me.

Shure, the longest day has endin', and the wildest storm has fallin'-- There's a young gossoon in yander, and he sits upon my knee; There's a churchful for the christenin'--do you hear the imp a-callin'? He's the pride of Mary Callaghan and me.


He's the man that killed Black Care, He's the pride of all Kildare; Shure the devil takes his hat off whin he comes: 'Tis the clargy bow before him, 'Tis the women they adore him, And the Lord Lieutenant orders out the drums-- For his hangin', all the drums, All the drums!


You'll travel far and wide, dear, but you'll come back again, You'll come back to your father and your mother in the glen, Although we should be lyin' 'neath the heather grasses then-- You'll be comin' back, my darlin'!

You'll see the icebergs sailin' along the wintry foam, The white hair of the breakers, and the wild swans as they roam; But you'll not forget the rowan beside your father's home You'll be comin' back, my darlin'!

New friends will clasp your hand, dear, new faces on you smile; You'll bide with them and love them, but you'll long for us the while; For the word across the water, and the farewell by the stile-- For the true heart's here, my darlin'!

You'll hear the wild birds singin' beneath a brighter sky, The roof-tree of your home, dear, it will be grand and high; But you'll hunger for the hearthstone where, a child, you used to lie-- You'll be comin' back, my darlin'!

And when your foot is weary, and when your heart is sore, And you come back to the moor that spreads beyand your father's door, There'll be many an ancient comrade to greet you on the shore-- At your comin' back, my darlin' !

Ah, the hillock cannot cover, and the grass it cannot hide The love that never changeth, whatever wind or tide; And though you'll not be seein', we'll be standin' by your side-- You'll be comin' back, my darlin'!

O, there's no home like the old home, there's no pillow like the breast You slumbered on in childhood, like a young bird in the nest: We are livin' still and waitin', and we're hopin' for the best-- Ah, you're comin' back, my darlin'--comin' back!


Oh, it's down the long side of Farcalladen Rise, With the knees pressing hard to the saddle, my men; With the sparks from the hoofs giving light to the eyes, And our hearts beating hard as we rode to the glen!

And it's back with the ring of the chain and the spur, And it's back with the sun on the hill and the moor, And it's back is the thought sets my pulses astir,-- But I'll never go back to Farcalladen more!

Oh, it's down the long side of Farcalladen Rise, And it's swift as an arrow and straight as a spear, And it's keen as the frost when the summer-time dies, That we rode to the glen, and with never a fear.

And it's hey for the hedge, and it's hey for the wall, And it's over the stream with an echoing cry; And there's three fled for ever from old Donegal, And there's two that have shown how bold Irishmen die!

For it's rest when the gallop is over, my men,

Embers, Volume 1. - 2/8

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