The Ballad of Persse OReilly
Have you heard of one Humpty
How he fell with a roll and a
And curled up like Lord Olofa
By the butt of the Magazine Wall, (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall, Hump, helmet and all
Have you heard of one Humpty
How he fell with a roll and a
And curled up like Lord Olofa
By the butt of the Magazine Wall, (Chorus) Of the Magazine Wall, Hump, helmet and all
Gentle lady, do not sing Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing How love that passes is enough
Sing about the long deep sleep Of lovers that are dead, and how In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now
Winds of May, that dance on the sea,
Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The foam flies up to be garlanded,
In silvery arches spanning the air,
Saw you my true love anywhere
Dear heart, why will you use me so
Dear eyes that gently me upbraid,
Still are you beautiful — - but O,
How is your beauty raimented
Love came to us in time gone by When one at twilight shyly played And one in fear was standing nigh — - For Love at first is all afraid
We were grave lovers
Love is past That had his sweet hours many a one;
Welcome to us now at the ...
Though I thy Mithridates were,
Framed to defy the poison-dart,
Yet must thou fold me unaware To know the rapture of thy heart,
And I but render and confess The malice of thy tenderness
Thou leanest to the shell of night,
Dear lady, a divining ear
In that soft choiring of delight What sound hath made thy heart to fear
Seemed it of rivers rushing forth From the grey deserts of the north
Now,
O now, in this brown land Where Love did so sweet music make We two shall wander, hand in hand,
Forbearing for old friendship' sake,
Nor grieve because our love was gay Which now is ended in this way
Lightly come or lightly go:
Though thy heart presage thee woe,
Vales and many a wasted sun,
Oread let thy laughter run,
Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet;
Strings by the river where The willows meet
There's music along the river For Love wanders there,
Pale flowers on his mantle,
Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,
Where my dark lover lies
Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,
At grey moonrise
Sleep now,
O sleep now,
O you unquiet heart
A voice crying "Sleep now" Is heard in my heart