One day you'll come to my husband's door, Dermott Donn MacMorna, One day you'll come to Hugh's dark door, And the pain at my heart will be no more, Dermott Donn MacMorna ! From his bed, from his fire, I'll rise, Dermott Donn MacMorna, From the bed of Hugh, from his fire I'll rise, With my laugh for the pious, the quiet, the wise, Dermott Donn MacMorna ! Lonesome, lonesome, the house of Hugh ; Dermott Donn MacMorna, No cradle rocks in the house of Hugh ; The list'ning fire has thought of you, Dermott Donn MacMorna ! Out of this loneliness we will go, Dermott Donn MacMorna, Together at last, we two will go Down a darkening road with a gleam below. Ah but the 'winds do bitter blow. Dermott Donn MacMorna !
- by Padraic Colum (1881 - 1972), "Dermott Donn MacMorna", appears in Wild Earth, first published 1907 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Arnold Edward Trevor Bax, Sir (1883 - 1953), "Dermott Donn MacMorna", 1922. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
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