POETRY.
AFTER THE IRISH SONG, " I ONCE LOVED A BOY."
(PETRIE'S COLLECTION.)
I ONCE loved a boy, and a bould Irish boy, Far away in the hills of the West ; Oh ! the love of that boy was my jewel of joy,
And I built him a bower in my breast,—
In my breast, And I built him a bower in my breast.
I once loved a boy, and I trusted him three, And I built him a bower in my breast ; But away, Wirrasthrue the rover he flew,
And robbed my poor heart of its rest,—
Of its rest, And robbed my poor heart of its rest.
The Spring-time returns, and the sweet, speckled thrush, Murmurs soft to his mate in her nest ; But foriver there's fallen a sorrowful hush,
O'er the bower that I built in my breast,—
In my breast, O'er the desolate bower in my breast.
THE AUTHOR OF " SONGS OF KILLARNEY."
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