when all were dreaming

but pastheen power,

a light came streaming

beneath her bower:[pg 135]

a heavy foot

at her door delayed,

a heavy hand

on the latch was laid.

"now who dare venture,

at this dark hour,

unbid to enter

my maiden bower?"

"dear pastheen, open

the door to me,

and your true lover

you'll surely see."

"my own true lover,

so tall and brave,

lives exiled over

the angry wave."

"your true love's body

lies on the bier,

his faithful spirit

is with you here."

"his look was cheerful,

his voice was gay;

your speech is fearful,

your face is grey;

and sad and sunken

your eye of blue,

but patrick, patrick,

alas! 'tis you!"

ere dawn was breaking

she heard below

the two cocks shaking

their wings to crow.[pg 136]

"oh, hush you, hush you,

both red and grey,

or you will hurry

my love away.

"oh, hush your crowing,

both grey and red,

or he'll be going

to join the dead;

or, cease from calling

his ghost to the mould,

and i'll come crowning

your combs with gold."

when all were dreaming

but pastheen power,

a light went streaming

from out her bower;

and on the morrow,

when they awoke,

they knew that sorrow

her heart had broke.