The pigeons coo – the spring’s approaching now.
The bloom is bursting on the leafy bough;
The cresses green o’er streams are clustering low.
And honey-hives with sweets abundant flow.
Rich are the fruits the hazly woods display –
A slender virgin, virtuous, fair, and gay;
With steeds and sheep, of kine a many score.
By trout-stor’d Lee whose banks we’ll see no more!
The little birds pour music’s sweetest notes.
The calves for milk distend their bleating throats;
Above the weirs the silver salmon leap.
While Cormac Oge and I all lonely weep!
Edward Walsh, Irish Popular Songs; With English Metrical Translations and Introductory Remarks and Notes, 1847, p49-51.