Six Irish Songs for Maureen

Song Cycle by Jean Coulthard (1908 - 2000)

1. The white rose
 (Sung text)

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The red rose whispers of passion,
 ...  the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.

But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

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2. A cradle song
 (Sung text)

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O men from the fields,
  Come gently within,
Tread softly, softly,
  O men, coming in...

 ...  Mavourneen is going
  From me and from you
Where Mary will fold him
  With mantle of blue,

From reek of the smoke
  And cold of the floor
And peering of things
  Across the half-door.

O men from the fields,
  Softly, softly come through;
Mary puts round him 
  Her mantle of blue.

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3. Frolic  [sung text not yet checked]

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The children were shouting together
And racing along the sands,
A glimmer of dancing shadows,
A dovelike flutter of hands.
 
The stars were shouting in heaven,
The sun was chasing the moon:
The game was the same as the children's,
They danced to the self-same tune.
 
The whole of the world was merry,
One joy from the vale to the height,
Where the blue woods of twilight encircled
The lovely lawns of the light.

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4. Nocturne  [sung text not yet checked]

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The rim of the moon
is over the corn. 
The beetle's drone
is above the thorn. 
Grey days come soon
and I am alone;
Can you hear my moan
where you rest, Aroon? 

When the wild tree bore
the deep blue cherry,
In night's deep pall
our love kissed merry. 
But you come no more
where its woodlands call,
and the grey days fall
on my grief, Asthore! 

The rim of the moon
is over the corn. 
The beetle's drone
is above the thorn. 
Grey days come soon
and I am alone;
Can you hear my moan
where you rest, Aroon?

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5. Innocence

Language: English 
Now to praise Innocence
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6. The wise lover

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He who loves beauty wisely
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