To question in Wicklow thy will?
But though armed to the teeth, the grey-friezed horsemen were on no business of blood to-day:
Their leader he loves a young maiden
And he’s speeding to make her his bride.
They come to the home of the bride, and presently
Mary came out in her beauty
The loveliest maid in Imale;
The loveliest flower that blossomed
In all the wild haunts of the vale.
Arrayed in an emerald habit