LAMENT FOR THOMAS McDONAGH
(by Francis Ledwidge / (Song Setting© Frank Callery)

He shall not hear the bittern cry
In the wild sky where he is lain
Nor voices of the sweeter birds
Above the wailing of the rain.

Nor shall he know when loud March blows
Thro' slanting snows her fanfare shrill
Blowing to flame the golden cup
Of many an upset daffodil.

And when the dark cow leaves the moor
And pastures poor with greedy weeds
Perhaps he'll hear her low at morn
Lifting her horn in pleasant meads.

He shall not hear the bittern cry
In the wild sky where he is lain.


from the Frank Callery recording, https://soundcloud.com/frankcallerysongs/lament-for-thomas-macdonagh