Of all the girls with clustering curls from Kerry to Kildare, There’s not a lass that can surpass my love with the golden hair. Oh! if the sun should cease to shine, the moon refused her ray, Her very shadow on the earth would turn the night to day. Now what’s my chance to gain a glance from one so good and fair, With all the boys from Clanmacnoise to Cork around her chair? Yet somehow still she steals one look upon me through the throng; And when I sing, with smiles and tears she answers to my song.
- by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931), "O thou of the beautiful hair" [author's text checked 1 time 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), "O thou of the beautiful hair", published [1882?] [voice and piano], from the collection Songs of Old Ireland. A Collection of Fifty Irish Melodies Unknown in England, no. 38, arrangement ; London, Boosey & Co. ; dedicated to Johannes Brahms, August 1882 [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Mike Pearson
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