Lough Sheelin Side
My bitter anguish no tongue call tell,
For I must fly o’er the ocean wide
From the home I loved by Lough Sheelin’s side.
Fond memories come till my heart grows sad,
And vengeful thoughts till my brain goes mad,
When I think of Ellen, my gentle bride,
In the churchyard lone by Lough Sheelin’s side.
When first I wooed her so fair and young,
With her artless air and her guileless tongue,
All other maidens she far outvied
On the lonely banks by Lough Sheelin’s side.
At the village dance on the shamrock plain
To blind O’Leary’s enchanting strain
No foot like her’s could so nimbly play
None smile so sweetly or laugh so gay.
Ah! proud was I of my girl so tall
And envied most by the young men all
When I brought her blushing a bashful bride
To my cottage home by Lough Sheelin’s side.
But oh! our joy was too full to last;
The landlord came our young hopes to blast;
In vain we pleaded for mercy - no!
He turned us out in the blinding snow.
And none dare open for us their door
Or else his vengeance would reach them sure;
My Ellen fainted - in my arms died -
While the snow fell fast on the mountain side.
I said one prayer for my lifeless love,
And raised my hands to Heaven above
“Oh, God of justice” I wildly cried,
“Avenge the death of my murdered bride.”
We buried her down in the churchyard low,
Where in the springtime the daisies blow,
I shed no tear for the fount had dried
On that woeful night by Lough Sheelin’s side.
Farewell! my country; farewell for aye!
The ship will soon bear me away,
But, oh, my fond heart will still abide
In my Ellen’s grave by Lough Sheelin’s side.
Contributed by Donquijote82 - 2015/11/9 - 11:22
It was at the dance in the village green
I met young Eileen my own cailin
I took young Eileen my fond young bride
To my cottage home by Lough Sheelin side.
But our good dreams were too good to last
The landlord came our home to blast
And he no mercy on us did show
As he turned us out in the blinding snow.
Will no one open to us a door
In case that vengeance on them might fall
'Twas there she fainted 'twas there she died
As the snow fell fast by Lough Sheelin side.
They dug her grave in the churchyard low
It was in the spring time when the daisies grow
Sad tears were shed for my fond young bride
Who's sleeping now by Lough Sheelin side.
Farewell old Ireland and Eileen too
My ship is ready I bid adieu
For I must leave for the ocean wide
From my true love's grave by Lough Sheelin side.
Contributed by Gianni Barnini - 2021/7/10 - 11:54
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