MEMORIES
Of my ould loves, of their ould ways,
I sit an' think, these bitther days.
(I've kissed—'gainst rason an' 'gainst rhyme—
More mouths than one in my mad time!)
Of their soft ways an' words I dream,
But far off now, in faith, they seem.
Wid betther lives, wid betther men,
They've all long taken up again!
For me an' mine they're past an' done—
Aye, all but one—yes, all but one!
Since I kissed her 'neath Tullagh Hill
That one gerrl stays close wid me still.
Och! up to mine her face still lifts,
An' round us still the white May drifts;
An' her soft arm, in some ould way,
Is here beside me, night an' day;