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Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 6, Issue 26, Page 35

Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society, Volume 6, Issue 26, Page 35
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Irish Folk Song Society
periodical Editor
[Periodical]
periodical Title
Journal of the Irish Folk Song Society
volume Number
6
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5455,TRANSLATION.I. It is now my desire to approachThe true haven of wine-drinking.May the protection of the King Who is above be upon you,o Lord Mayo!True blood of noble warriors,Who achieved victory and renown in every battle,Let me draw near on this occasionTo seek the shelter of your household.Reject me now no longer,o flower of the noblest line,And, by all the cold holyTombs in Rome,I shall not be so long away from you again,o scion of valiant warriors,Till I descend to earth, and clay lies on my old blindBody in the grave.II. 0 Anglo-Irish champion,By whom the Church triumphs in every conflict,May the clay lie not on your headTill you have turned very grey.Pray receive your poor blind manWith affection and right feeling,And I shall run as hard as I canAfter you with a great cry.By Gods miracle at that timeWhen He was laid in the sepulchre,Redeeming AbrahamAnd the other Patriarchs,No drop shall pass my lipsOf wine or ale or brandy,Until I get the blessingOf Lord Mayo.III. I would give a binding securityTo laymen and to the Church of Rome,And, if you will not believe that from me,Then an oath with Bible in hand,That I shall be no longer away from youWithout. paying amonthly visit;And now accept from meMy poem and my melody.Behold the word of the whole worldAs it has been handed down to us,And you will find it franklyWritten by Saint Paul,That there is no trespass, however serious,That God does not forgive his multitudes,For a mea eulp and a promiseTo sin no more.IV. It is the Lady MaryAbove aU women has won palm and pledgeFor her mind and lovely personAnd for every good quality, as is due:Bright sun of womankindFor gentleness and good sense,Forgiveness at this time I craveFrom you and from your hero.Tis I, your poor blind one,That return to you, whom I love,I who have suffered long neglectFor a year, or two.For the sake of this feast-day and in the presenceOf Gods gracious Only Son,To-night on Christmas Eve let our quarrel be ended,O Lord Mayo!V. Tis young Theobald BourkeIs the fragrant branch who will be tall and powerful;May the God of the Elements protect him,And may he live long.Pretty Joan of the mild eyes,So courteous, gentle and trustful,You will intercede for me,To obtain a reconciliation with my hero.And come now, you other three, -Who would adorn any family of the province,Speak most earnestlyOn my behalf, and in manner fitting.May the King of the World have you in his keeping,Long-lived, safe from sorrow,John and Betty and Miss Biddy,Pearl of the golden hair.NOTES.AIBNotOd by Bunting from Arthur ONeill, the harper. But in printing thetune Bunting departed from his notation of it by omitting to repeat the first part.This he did in order to accommodate the melody to the English verse-rendering usedby him, which contains only twelve lines in each stanza.
issue Number
26
page Number
35
periodical Author
[Periodical]
issue Publication Date
1967-01-01T00:00:00
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