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IV. · Section 13
Thomas Davis, selections from his prose and poetry · Thomas Davis
IV.
We meet in the market and fair-- We meet in the morning and night-- He sits on the half of my chair, And my people are wild with delight; Yet I long through the winter to skim, Though Eoghan longs more I can see, When I will be married to him, And he will be married to me. Then, Oh! the marriage, the marriage, With love and _mo bhuachaill_ for me, The ladies that ride in a carriage, Might envy my marriage to me.
--------------------------------------------------------------- [84] _Vulgo_, Owen, a name frequent among the Cymry (Welsh).
THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE.
AIR--_An Cota Caol._
I.
His kiss is sweet, his word is kind, His love is rich to me; I could not in a palace find A truer heart than he. The eagle shelters not his nest From hurricane and hail, More bravely than he guards my breast-- The Boatman of Kinsale.