P. J. McCall.
FOOTNOTES:
[119] The day after St. Patrick's Day.
[THE LITTLE YELLOW ROAD]
Taken down in Co. Mayo from Michael Mac Rudhraighe.
I travelled west
By the little yellow road
In the hope I might see
Where my Secret abode.
White were her two breasts,
Red her hair,
Guiding the cow
And the weaned calf, her care.
Until wind flows
From this stream west,
Until a green plain spreads
On the withered crest,
And white fields grow
The heather above,
My heart will not find
Kindness from my love.