The Forlorn Hope (Hall)/Poems/Words from the Irish

by Samuel Carter Hall

WORDS FROM THE IRISH.

Oh! have you seen my Norah Fay?
She's left me all the sad long day,
Alone to sing a weary lay!
Go thene my avourneen slane ariste.

You'll know her by her raven hair,
Her dark blue eye, her forehead fair,
Her step and laugh that banish care;
Go thene my avourneen slane ariste.

In form you may her semblance find,
But none like her of womankind,
If you can see her heart and mind;
Go thene my avourneen slane ariste.

Oh! bring me to my Norah Fay,
For hours are days when she's away
The sun looks dark and sweet birds say,
Go thene my avourneen slane ariste.