by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Translation Singable translation by Margaret E. Bache

Irisch
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the English 
Was trauern doch die Mägdelein
Gleich schlanken Lilien taubenetzt,
Was streu'n sie um den Marmorstein
Des Lenzes rote Rosen jetzt?
Die schönste Rose, die geblüht
am Shannonstrom, verging;
Der Sterne hellster ist verglüht,
Ihm war die Erde zu gering.

Sie war aus Rodrichs edlem Haus,
Um die wir weinend tragen Leid;
Natur goss alle Gaben aus,
Zu schmücken reich ihr irdisch Kleid.
Auch schön war er, dem bräutlich scheu
Ihr Herz ergeben war.
O, reine Lieb' und Himmelstreu'
Erschien vereint in diesem Paar.

Doch trüb' und traurig war der Tag,
Der ihn zum Streit, zum Sterben rief.
O, bei beflorter Trommeln Schlag,
Wie klang sein Grablied dumpf und tief!
So lang' ihr Auge Tränen fand,
Weint' es ihm treulich nach,
Bis leis' der Tod mit sanfter Hand
Am Shannonstrom die Rose brach.

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By Shannon's Stream
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Why stand the maidens grieving lone
Like slender lilies wet with dew,
Why strew they o'er the marble stone
The roses red of spring-tide new?
The fairest rose of all, that blew
By Shannon's stream, did fade;
The brightest star that Heaven knew,
Its beams from Earth doth seem to shade.

She was of Rodrick's noble race,
For whom we, weeping, sorrow feel,
By nature gifted with each grace
Which could enhance her earthly weal.
And handsome he, with whom the maid
So coy her heart did share;
O purest love and faithfulness
Appeared united in this pair.

But drear and mournful was the day,
Which called him forth to fight and die.
The muffled drum his dirge did pay
When he had breathed his latest sigh.
So long her eyes the tears could find
Wept she for his dear sake,
Till gently Death with kindly hand
By Shannon's stream the rose did break.

From the Cornelius score.


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