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Mairead Ni Ceallaigh<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the dance in the village
Thy white foot was fleetest;
Thy voice mid the concert
Of maidens was sweetest;
The swell of thy white breast
Made rich lovers follow;
And thy raven-hair bound thee
Young Mairead Ni Ceallaigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thy neck was lots made
Than the ceannabhan whiter;
And the glow of thy cheeks
Than the monadan brighter;
But death\u2019s chain hath bound thee
Thine eyes glazed and hollow,
That shone like a sun-burst
Young Mairead Ni Ceallaigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No more shall mine ear drink
Thy melody swelling;
Nor thy beamy eye brighten
The outlaw\u2019s dark dwelling;
Or thy soft heaving bosom
My destiny hallow;
When thine arms twined around me
Young Mairead Ni Ceallaigh<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moss couch I brought thee
Today from the mountain;
Has drunk the last drop
Of thy young heart\u2019s red fountain;
For this good \u2018scian\u2019 beside me
Struck deep and rung hollow,
In thy bosom of treason
Young Mairead Ni Ceallaigh<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With strings of rich pearls
Thy white neck was laden;
And thy fingers with spoils
Of the Sasanach, maiden.
Such rich silks enrobed not
The proud dames of Mallow;
Such pure gold they wore not
As Mairead Ni Ceallaigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Alas, that my loved one
Her outlaw would injure;
Alas that he e\u2019er proved
Her treason\u2019s avenger.
That this right hand should make thee
A bed cold and hollow;
When in death\u2019s sleep it laid thee
Young Mairead Ni Ceallaigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And while to this lone cave
My deep grief I\u2019m venting,
The Saxon\u2019s keen bandog
My footsteps is scenting.
But true men await me
Afar in Duhallow;
Farewell, cave of slaughter,
And Mairead Ni Ceallaigh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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