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Thread #58153   Message #3259348
Posted By: Jim Dixon
18-Nov-11 - 09:59 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Flower of Finae
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Flower of Finae
From Irish Minstrelsy: A Selection of Irish Songs, Lyrics, and Ballads... edited by Henry Halliday Sparling (London: Walter Scott Ltd., [1888?]), page 145:

[I have boldfaced the words that are different from the versions above. There are also some spelling differences that I have not marked.--JD]

Thomas Davis.

1. Bright red is the sun on the waves of Lough Sheelin,
A cool gentle breeze from the mountain is stealing,
While fair round its islets the small ripples play,
But fairer than all is the Flower of Finae.

2. Her hair is like night, and her eyes like grey morning,
She trips on the heather as if its touch scorning,
Yet her heart and her lips are as mild as May day,
Sweet Eily MacMahon, the Flower of Finae.

3. But who down the hill-side than red deer runs fleeter?
And who on the lake side is hastening to greet her?
Who but Fergus O'Farrell, the fiery and gay,
The darling and pride of the Flower of Finae.

4. One kiss and one clasp, and one wild look of gladness;
Ah! why do they change on a sudden to sadness—
He has told his hard fortune, no more he can stay,
He must leave his poor Eily to pine at Finae.

5. For Fergus O'Farrell was true to his sire-land,
And the dark hand of tyranny drove him from Ireland;
He joins the Brigade, in the wars far away,
But he vows he'll come back to the Flower of Finae.

6. He fought at Cremona—she hears of his story:
He fought at Cassano—she's proud of his glory,
Yet sadly she sings "Shule Aroon" all the day,
"O, come, come, my darling, come home to Finae."

7. Eight long years have pass'd, till she's nigh broken-hearted,
Her "reel," and her "rock," and her "flax," she has parted;
She sails with the "Wild Geese" to Flanders away,
And leaves her sad parents alone in Finae.

8. Lord Clare on the field of Ramilies is charging—
Before him the Sassanach squadrons enlarging—
Behind him the Cravats their sections display—
Behind him rides Fergus and shouts for Finae.

9. On the slopes of La Judoigne the Frenchmen are flying,
Lord Clare and his squadrons the foe still defying,
Outnumbered, and wounded, retreat in array;
And bleeding rides Fergus and thinks of Finae.

10. In the cloisters of Ypres a banner is swaying,
And by it a pale weeping maiden is praying;
That flag's the sole trophy of Ramilies' fray,
This nun is poor Eily, the flower of Finae.