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THOUGH THE LAST GLIMPSE OF ERIN WITH
SORROW I SEE.
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see,
climate wherever we roam.
To the gloom of some desert or cold rocky shore,
eye of the stranger can haunt us no more, I will fly with my Coulin, and think the rough wind Less rude than the foes we leave frowning behind.
And I'll gaze on thy gold hair, as graceful it wreathes,
* “In the twenty-eighth year of the reign of Henry VIII. an Act was made respecting the habits, and dress in general, of the Irish, whereby all persons were restrained from being
RICH AND RARE WERE THE GEMS SHE WORE.*
AIR.—The Summer is coming.
Rich and rare were the
shorn or shaven above the ears, or from wearing Glibbes, or Coulins (long locks), on their heads, or hair on their upper lip, called Crommeal. On this occasion a song was written by one of our bards, in which an Irish virgin is made to give the preference to her dear Coulin (or the youth with the flowing locks), to all strangers (by which the English were meant), or those who wore their habits. Of this song the air alone has reached us, and is universally admired.”—WALKER’s Historical Memoirs of Irish Bards, page 134. Mr. Walker informs us also, that, about the same period, there were some harsh measures taken against the Irish Minstrels.
* This ballad is founded upon the following anecdote: “ The people were inspired with such a spirit of honour, virtue, and religion, by the great example of Brien, and by his excellent administration, that, as a proof of it, we are informed that a young lady of great beauty, adorned with jewels and a costly dress, undertook a journey alone from one end of the kingdom to the other, with a wand only in her hand, at the top of which was a ring of exceeding great value; and such an impression had the laws and government of this Monarch made on the minds of all the people, that no attempt was made upon her honour, nor was she robbed of her clothes or jewels."—Warner's History of Irelan:), Vol. 1, Book 10.
II. “ Lady! dost thou not fear to stray, “ So lone and lovely, through this bleak way? “ Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, “ As not to be tempted by woman or gold ?”
“Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm, “ No son of Erin will offer me harm“For though they love woman and golden store, “ Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more !”
AS A BEAM O'ER THE FACE OF THE WATERS
Air.—The Young Man's Dream.
As a beam o'er the face of the waters may glow
One fatal remembrance, one sorrow that throws
Oh! this thought in the midst of enjoyment will stay,
THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet
Yet, it was not that nature had shed o'er the scene
'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made
dear scene of enchantment more dear, And who felt how the best charms of nature improve, When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
* “ The Meeting of the Waters” forms a part of that beautiful scenery which lies between Rathdrum and Arklow, in the county of Wicklow, and these lines were suggested by a visit to this romantic spot, in the summer of the year 1807.
+ The rivers Avon and Avoca.