HELEN SELINA, LADY DUFFERIN

HELEN SELINA, LADY DUFFERIN1807-1867

1807-1867

I’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary,Where we sat side by sideOn a bright May mornin’ long ago,When first you were my bride;The corn was springin’ fresh and green,And the lark sang loud and high—And the red was on your lip, Mary,And the love-light in your eye.The place is little changed, Mary,The day is bright as then,The lark’s loud song is in my ear,And the corn is green again;But I miss the soft clasp of your handAnd your breath warm on my cheek,And I still keep listnin’ for the wordsYou never more will speak.’Tis but a step down yonder lane,And the little church stands near,The church where we were wed, Mary,I see the spire from here.But the graveyard lies between, Mary,And my step might break your rest—For I’ve laid you, darling! down to sleep,With your baby on your breast.I’m very lonely now, Mary,For the poor make no new friends,But, O, they love the better stillThe few our Father sends!And you were allIhad, Mary,My blessin’ and my pride;There’s nothin’ left to care for nowSince my poor Mary died.Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary,That still went hoping on,When the trust in God had left my soul,And my arms’ young strength was gone:There was comfort ever on your lip,And the kind look on your brow—I bless you, Mary, for that same,Though you cannot hear me now.I thank you for the patient smileWhen your heart was fit to break,When the hunger pain was gnawin’ there,And you hid it for my sake!I bless you for the pleasant word,When your heart was sad and sore—O, I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,Where grief can’t reach you more.I’m biddin’ you a long farewell,My Mary, kind and true!But I’ll not forget you, darling!In the land I’m goin’ to;They say there’s bread and work for all,And the sun shines always there—But I’ll not forget old Ireland,Were it fifty times as fair.And often in those grand old woodsI’ll sit, and shut my eyes,And my heart will travel back againTo the place where Mary lies;And I’ll think I see the little stileWhere we sat side by side:And the springin’ corn, and the bright May morn,When first you were my bride.

I’m sittin’ on the stile, Mary,

Where we sat side by side

On a bright May mornin’ long ago,

When first you were my bride;

The corn was springin’ fresh and green,

And the lark sang loud and high—

And the red was on your lip, Mary,

And the love-light in your eye.

The place is little changed, Mary,The day is bright as then,The lark’s loud song is in my ear,And the corn is green again;But I miss the soft clasp of your handAnd your breath warm on my cheek,And I still keep listnin’ for the wordsYou never more will speak.

The place is little changed, Mary,

The day is bright as then,

The lark’s loud song is in my ear,

And the corn is green again;

But I miss the soft clasp of your hand

And your breath warm on my cheek,

And I still keep listnin’ for the words

You never more will speak.

’Tis but a step down yonder lane,And the little church stands near,The church where we were wed, Mary,I see the spire from here.But the graveyard lies between, Mary,And my step might break your rest—For I’ve laid you, darling! down to sleep,With your baby on your breast.

’Tis but a step down yonder lane,

And the little church stands near,

The church where we were wed, Mary,

I see the spire from here.

But the graveyard lies between, Mary,

And my step might break your rest—

For I’ve laid you, darling! down to sleep,

With your baby on your breast.

I’m very lonely now, Mary,For the poor make no new friends,But, O, they love the better stillThe few our Father sends!And you were allIhad, Mary,My blessin’ and my pride;There’s nothin’ left to care for nowSince my poor Mary died.

I’m very lonely now, Mary,

For the poor make no new friends,

But, O, they love the better still

The few our Father sends!

And you were allIhad, Mary,

My blessin’ and my pride;

There’s nothin’ left to care for now

Since my poor Mary died.

Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary,That still went hoping on,When the trust in God had left my soul,And my arms’ young strength was gone:There was comfort ever on your lip,And the kind look on your brow—I bless you, Mary, for that same,Though you cannot hear me now.

Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary,

That still went hoping on,

When the trust in God had left my soul,

And my arms’ young strength was gone:

There was comfort ever on your lip,

And the kind look on your brow—

I bless you, Mary, for that same,

Though you cannot hear me now.

I thank you for the patient smileWhen your heart was fit to break,When the hunger pain was gnawin’ there,And you hid it for my sake!I bless you for the pleasant word,When your heart was sad and sore—O, I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,Where grief can’t reach you more.

I thank you for the patient smile

When your heart was fit to break,

When the hunger pain was gnawin’ there,

And you hid it for my sake!

I bless you for the pleasant word,

When your heart was sad and sore—

O, I’m thankful you are gone, Mary,

Where grief can’t reach you more.

I’m biddin’ you a long farewell,My Mary, kind and true!But I’ll not forget you, darling!In the land I’m goin’ to;They say there’s bread and work for all,And the sun shines always there—But I’ll not forget old Ireland,Were it fifty times as fair.

I’m biddin’ you a long farewell,

My Mary, kind and true!

But I’ll not forget you, darling!

In the land I’m goin’ to;

They say there’s bread and work for all,

And the sun shines always there—

But I’ll not forget old Ireland,

Were it fifty times as fair.

And often in those grand old woodsI’ll sit, and shut my eyes,And my heart will travel back againTo the place where Mary lies;And I’ll think I see the little stileWhere we sat side by side:And the springin’ corn, and the bright May morn,When first you were my bride.

And often in those grand old woods

I’ll sit, and shut my eyes,

And my heart will travel back again

To the place where Mary lies;

And I’ll think I see the little stile

Where we sat side by side:

And the springin’ corn, and the bright May morn,

When first you were my bride.

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