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Thread #169781 Message #4104567
Posted By: Joe Offer
03-May-21 - 06:02 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Add: Green Dove and the Raven
Subject: Lyr Add: Green Dove and the Raven
Sarah Pavey sang this at the Singaround.
https://archive.org/stream/balladsofirishch00joyc/balladsofirishch00joyc_djvu.txt
THE GREEN DOVE AND THE RAVEN.
Theue was a dove with wings of green,
Glistening o’er so radiantly,
With head of blue and golden sheen,
All sad and wearily
Sitting two red blooms between
On lovely Barna’s wild-wood tree.
ii.
There was a letter ’neath its wing,
Written by a fair ladye,
Safely bound with silken string
So light and daintily,
And in that letter was a ring,
On lovely Barna’s wild-wood tree.
BALLADS.
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hi.
There was a raven, black and drear,
Stained with blood all loathsomely,
Perched upon the branches near,
Croaking mournfully,
And he said, “ O, dove, what bring’st thou here
To lovely Barna’s wild- wood tree ? ”
iv.
“Pm coming from a ladye gay,
To the young heir of sweet Glenore,
His ring returned, it is to say
She’ll never love him more, —
Alas the hour ! alas the day ! —
By murmuring Funcheon’s fairy shore.’’
v.
“ O, dove, outspread thy wings of green;
I’ll guide thee many a wild-wood o’er ;
I’ll bring thee where I last have seen
The young heir of Glenore,
Beneath the forest’s sunless screen,
By murmuring Funcheon’s fairy shore.”
VI.
O’er many a long mile did they flee,
The dove, the raven stained with gore,
And found beneath the Murderer’s tree
The young heir of Glenore, —
A bloody, ghastly corpse was he,
By murmuring Funcheon’s fairy shore.
VII.
“ Go back, go back, thou weary dove, —
To the cruel maid tell o’er and o’er,
He’s Death’s and mine, her hate or love
Can never reach him more —
To his ice-cold heart in Molagga’s grove,
By murmuring Funcheon’s fairy shore.”