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03 May 21 - 06:02 PM (#4104567) Subject: Lyr Add: Green Dove and the Raven From: Joe Offer 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. 69 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.” |