Alfred H. Miles, ed. Women Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Songs. II. Terences FarewellHelen Selina, Lady Dufferin Sheridan (18071867)
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All alone by myself in this place,
But I’m sure you will never deceive me,
Oh no, if there’s truth in your face.
Though England’s a beautiful country
Full of iligant boys, och! what then?
You wouldn’t forget your poor Terence,
You’ll come back to ould Ireland again.
Though maybe you’d think them sincere,
They’ll say you’re a sweet charming creature,
But don’t you belave them, my dear,
No, Kathleen, agrah, don’t be mindin’
The flatterin’ speeches they’ll make,
Just tell them a poor boy in Ireland
Is breakin’ his heart for your sake.
Though, faith! ’tis a mighty hard case;
For, Kathleen, you know there’s no knowin’
When next I may see your sweet face.
And when you come back to me, Kathleen,
None the better shall I be off then:
You’ll be spakin’ such beautiful English,
Sure I won’t know my Kathleen again.
Don’t fluster me so in this way;
I’ve forgot, ’twixt the grief and the flurry,
Every word I was manin’ to say.
Now just wait a minute, I bid ye—
Can I talk if you bother me so?
Och, Kathleen, my blessin’ go wid ye
Ev’ry inch of the way that you go.