The Moonlit Way: A Novel

by Robert W. Chambers

I care not, I,

Who ever she be,

Or poor, or rich galore!

’Be n-Eirinn i—

’Be n-Eirinn i—

’Be n-Eirinn i Asthore!

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III

“At noon, some day, I’ll climb a hill,

And find her there and kiss my fill;