Mary Dhu.
(Song, Adapted to the Music of an Ancient Gaelic Air.)
Sweet, sweet is the rose-bud1
Bathed in dew ;2
But sweeter art thou,3
My Mary dhu.4
Oh ! the skies of night,5
With their eyes of light,6
Are not so bright7
As my Mary dhu8
Whenever thy radiant face I see,9
The clouds of sorrow depart from me ;10
As the shadow fly11
From day’s bright eye,12
Thou lightest life’s sky,13
My Mary dhu !14
Sad, sad is my heart15
When I sigh, Adieu !16
Or gaze on thy parting,17
My Mary dhu :18
Then for thee I mourn,19
Till thy steps’ return20
Bids my bosom burn—21
My Mary dhu.22
I think but of thee on the broom-clad hills
;23
I muse but on thee by the moorland rills :24
In the morning light,25
In the moonshine bright,26
Thou art still in my sight,27
My Mary dhu.28
Thy voice trembles through me29
Like the breeze,30
That ruffles, in the gladness,31
The leafy trees ;32
’Tis a wafted tone33
From heaven’s high throne,34
Making hearts thine own,35
My Mary dhu.36
Be the flowers of joy ever round thy feet,37
With colours glowing, and incense sweet ;38
And, when thou must away,39
May life’s rose decay40
In the west wind’s sway—41
My Mary dhu !42