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Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.

By George Fox

95. The County of Mayo

ON THE deck of Patrick Lynch’s boat I sat in woeful plight,

Through my sighing all the weary day, and weeping all the night,

Were it not that full of sorrow from my people forth I go,

By the blessed sun! ’tis royally I’d sing thy praise, Mayo!

When I dwelt at home in plenty, and my gold did much abound,

In the company of fair young maids the Spanish ale went round—

’Tis a bitter change from those gay days that now I’m forced to go,

And must leave my bones in Santa Cruz, far from my own Mayo.

They are altered girls in Irrul now; ’tis proud they’re grown and high,

With their hair-bags and their top-knots—for I pass their buckles by;

But it’s little now I heed their airs, for God will have it so,

That I must depart for foreign lands, and leave my sweet Mayo.