In Claremorris I would stop a night and sleep with decent men, And then go on to Balla just beyond and drink galore, And next to Kiltimagh for a visit of about a month, and then I would only be a couple of miles away from Ballymore. 

 I say and swear my heart lifts up like the lifting of a tide, Rising up like the rising wind till fog or mist must go, When I remember Carra and Gallen close beside, And the Gap of the Two Bushes, and the wide plains of Mayo. 

 To Killaden then, to the place where everything grows that is best, There are raspberries there and strawberries there and all that is good for men; And if I were only there in the middle of my folk my heart could rest, For age itself would leave me there and I'd be young again. 

 

 

 EILEEN, DIARMUID AND TEIG 

 Be kind unto these three, O King! For they were fragrant-skinned, cheerful and giving; Three stainless pearls, three of mild, winning ways, Three candles sending forth three pleasant rays, Three vines, three doves, three apples from a bough, Three graces in a house, three who refused nohow Help to the needy, three of slenderness, Three memories for the companionless, Three strings of music, three deep holes in clay, Three lovely children who loved Christ alway, Three mouths, three hearts, three minds beneath a stone; Ruin it is! three causes for the moan That rises everywhere now they are gone: Be kind, O King, unto this two and one! 

 

 

 HONORO BUTLER AND LORD KENMARE (1720) 

 In bloom and bud the bees are busily Storing against the winter their sweet hoard That shall be rifled ere the autumn be Past, or the winter comes with silver sword To fright the bees, until the merry round Tells them that sweets again are to be found. 

 The lusty tide is flowing by in ease, Telling of joy along its brimming way; Far in its waters is an isle of trees Whereto the sun will go at end of day, As who in secret place and dear is hid, And scarce can rouse him thence tho' he be chid. 

 Now justice comes all trouble to repair, And cheeks that had been wan are coloured well, The untilled moor is comely, and the air Hath a great round of song from bird in dell, And bird on wing and bird on forest tree, And from each place and space where 

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