A Druid Of The Isles

 

 

A Druid Of The Isles

Would her wings the seaduck lend,
So I might reach thy sheensand,
My wounding o hee!
Thro` the narrows sails my curach,
Gone her foamtrack, o hee!

Ne`er will guide me seal so
I might track his secret treasure,
My wounding o hee!
Thro` the narrows sails my curach,
Gone her foamtrack, o hee!

Water gat I from thy cool streams,
Cresses sweet from Odhran.
My wounding o hee!
Thro` the narrows sails my curach,
Gone her foamtrack, o hee!

Pith and strength from Carnan gat I,
Music sweet from Trah Bàn.
My wounding o hee!
Thro` the narrows sails my curach,
Gone her foamtrack, o hee!