“Good men and true in this house who dwell, To a stranger bouchal I pray you tell: Is the priest at home, or may he be seen? I would speak a word with Father Green.” “The Priest’s at home, boy, and may be seen; ‘Tis easy speaking with Father Green. But you must wait till I go and see If…
It was early, early in the spring, The birds did whistle and sweetly sing, Changing their notes from tree to tree, And the song they sang was Old Ireland free. It was early, early in the night, The yeoman cavalry gave me a fright; The yeoman cavalry was my downfall And taken was I by Lord Cornwall. ‘Twas in the…
