by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Donal Oge
Language: English  after the Irish (Gaelic) 
O Donal Oge, if you go across the sea,
Bring myself with you and do not forget it;
And you will have a sweetheart 
For fair days and market days
And the daughter of the King of Greece
Beside you at night.

It was late last night
The dog was speaking of you;
The snipe was speaking of you
In her deep marsh. 
It is you are the lonely bird through the woods;
And that you may be without a mate
Until you find me.

You promised me, and you said a lie to me,
That you would be before me where the sheep are flocked;
I gave a whistle and three hundred cries to you,
And I found nothing but a bleating lamb.

You promised me a thing that was hard for you,
A ship of gold under a silver mast;
Twelve towns with a market in all of them
And a fine white court by the side of the sea.

You promised me a thing that is not possible -- 
That you would give me gloves of the skin of a fish;
That you would give me shoes of the skin  of a bird
And a suit of the dearest silk in Ireland.

O Donal Oge, it is I would be better for you
Than a high, proud, spenthrift lady:
I would mild the cow;
I would bring help to you;
And if you were hard pressed
I would strike a blow for you.

You have taken the east from me
You have taken the west from me.
You have taken what is before me
And what is behind me;
You have taken the moon
You have taken the sun from me,
And my fear is great
That you have taken God from me.

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Researcher for this text: Michael P. Rosewall

This text was added to the website: 2011-10-22
Line count: 39
Word count: 295