I'd mind the day I'd wish I was a saygull flyin' far, For then I'd fly an' find you in the West; An I'd wish I was a little rose as sweet as roses are, For then you'd maybe wear it on your breast, Achray! You'd maybe take an' wear it on your breast. I'd wish I could be livin' near, to love you day an' night, To let no throuble touch you or annoy; I'd wish I could be dyin' here to rise a spirit light, If Them above 'ud let me bring you joy, Achray! If Them above 'ud let me win you joy. An' now I wish no wishes, nor ever fall a tear, Nor take a thought beyont the way I'm led: I mind the day that's over-by, an' bless the day that's here, There be to come a day when we'll be dead, Achray! A longer, lighter day when we'll be dead.
- by Agnes Shakespeare Higginson (1864 - 1955), as Moira O'Neill [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Charles Villiers Stanford, Sir (1852 - 1924), "I mind the day", op. 174 no. 5, from Six Songs from "The Glens of Antrim", no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Ted Perry
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