Killeevy, O Killeevy!
And his banshee's wail—now far and broken—
Murmur'd "Death," as he gave the token,
By the bonnie green woods of Killeevy.
"Adieu! adieu!" said this lady bright,
Killeevy, O Killeevy!
And she slowly passed like a thing of light,
Or a morning cloud, from Sir Turlough's sight,
By the bonnie green woods of Killeevy.
Now Sir Turlough has death in every vein,