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Thread #52487 Message #933997
Posted By: GUEST
15-Apr-03 - 12:02 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Se Fath Mo Bhuartha/Reason for my Sorrow
Subject: Lyr Add: 'TIS MY BITTER SORROW
I fond this at http://mitglied.lycos.de/fiddler/norway01/
'TIS MY BITTER SORROW (Sé Fáth Mo Bhuartha: traditional, translation by Bryan McMahon)
'Tis my bitter sorrow that by tomorrow I go not out to my true love's bower Where the stream that's running spills purest honey And in wintertime see, the branch in flower. No frost, no snowing; no red wind blowing By the bright abode of my secret queen But her body moving with the salmon's beauty And her hair ashine like the barley green.
Oh may God be praised for young women's laughter Tho' it scald the heart of one grey and cold And may God be praised for the bitter rapture That takes my body as in days of old For Satan has me as a black companion When I cast my thoughts on what might have been On her body moving with the salmon's beauty And her hair ashine like the barley green.