My arms are round you, and I lean  Against you, while the lark  Sings over us, and golden lights, and green  Shadows are on your bar...

Seven dog-days we let pass Naming Queens in Glenmacnass, All the rare and royal names Wormy sheepskin yet retains, Etain, Hele...

He heard the thrushes by the shore and sea, And saw the golden star's nativity, Then round we went the lane by Thomas Flynn, Acr...

One night a score of Erris men, A score I'm told and nine, Said, "We'll get shut of Danny's noise Of girls and wido...

Bring Kateen-beug and Maurya Jude To dance in Beg-Innish, And when the lads (they're in Dunquin) Have sold their crabs and f...

May seven tears in every week, Touch the hollow of you cheek, That I - signed with such a dew - For the Lion's share may sue...