Lays of the red branch . DEIRDRES LAMENT FOR THE SONS OFUSNACH. (From the Irish.) HE lions of the hill are gone,And I am left alone—alone—Dig the grave both wide and deep,For I am sick, and fain would sleep! The falcons of the wood are flown,And I am left alone—alone—Dig the grave both deep and let us slumber side by side. The dragons of the rock are sleeping,Sleep that wakes not for our weeping :Dig the grave and make it ready;Lay me on my true Loves body. Lay their spears and bucklers brightBy the warriors sides aright;. 90 LAYS OF THE RED BRANCH. Many a day the Three before meOn th
Lays of the red branch . DEIRDRES LAMENT FOR THE SONS OFUSNACH. (From the Irish.) HE lions of the hill are gone,And I am left alone—alone—Dig the grave both wide and deep,For I am sick, and fain would sleep! The falcons of the wood are flown,And I am left alone—alone—Dig the grave both deep and let us slumber side by side. The dragons of the rock are sleeping,Sleep that wakes not for our weeping :Dig the grave and make it ready;Lay me on my true Loves body. Lay their spears and bucklers brightBy the warriors sides aright;. 90 LAYS OF THE RED BRANCH. Many a day the Three before meOn their linked bucklers bore me. Lay upon the low grave floor,Neath each head, the blue claymore ;Many a time the noble ThreeReddend those blue blades for me. Lay the collars, as is meet,Of their greyhounds at their feet;Many a time for me have theyBrought the tall red deer to bay. Oh ! to hear my true Love singing,Sweet as sound of trumpets ringing :Like the sway of ocean swellingRolId his deep voice round our dwelling. Oh ! to hear the echoes pealingRound our green and fairy the Three, with soaring chorus,Passd the silent skylark oer us. Echo now, sleep, morn and even—Lark alone enchant the heaven !—Ardans lips are scant of breath,Neesas tongue is cold in death. Stag, exult on glen and mountain—Salmon, leap from loch to fountain—Heron, in the free air warm ye—Usnachs Sons no more will harm ye ! deirdres lament for the sons of usnach. 91 Erins stay no more you are,Rulers of the ridge of war ;Never more
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