But I have a heart that can love.
If it plase ye, I’ll dress in satins,
And jewels I’ll put on my brow,
But don’t ye be after forgettin’
Your pretty girl milking her cow.
Sheelah Ah, the birds sit still on the boughs to listen to her, and the trees stop whisperin’; she leaves a mighty big silence behind her voice, that nothin’ in nature wants to break. My blessin’ on the path before her—there’s an angel at the other end of it.
[Exit Sheelah in cottage, R.
Eily [Repeats last line of song.]
Enter Anne Chute, L. U. E.
Anne There she is.