| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900. |
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| John Todhunter. 1839–1916 |
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| 815. Aghadoe |
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| THERE 's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | |
| There 's a green and silent glade in Aghadoe, | |
| Where we met, my love and I, Love's fair planet in the sky, | |
| O'er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe. | |
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| There 's a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | 5 |
| There 's a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe, | |
| Where I hid from the eyes of the red-coats and their spies, | |
| That year the trouble came to Aghadoe. | |
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| O, my curse on one black heart in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | |
| On Shaun Dhu, my mother's son in Aghadoe! | 10 |
| When your throat fries in hell's drouth, salt the flame be in your mouth, | |
| For the treachery you did in Aghadoe! | |
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| For they track'd me to that glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | |
| When the price was on his head in Aghadoe: | |
| O'er the mountain, through the wood, as I stole to him with food, | 15 |
| Where in hiding lone he lay in Aghadoe. | |
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| But they never took him living in Aghadoe, Aghadoe; | |
| With the bullets in his heart in Aghadoe, | |
| There he lay, the head, my breast keeps the warmth of where 'twould rest, | |
| Gone, to win the traitor's gold, from Aghadoe! | 20 |
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| I walk'd to Mallow town from Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | |
| Brought his head from the gaol's gate to Aghadoe; | |
| Then I cover'd him with fern, and I piled on him the cairn, | |
| Like an Irish King he sleeps in Aghadoe. | |
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| O, to creep into that cairn in Aghadoe, Aghadoe! | 25 |
| There to rest upon his breast in Aghadoe! | |
| Sure your dog for you could die with no truer heart than I, | |
| Your own love, cold on your cairn in Aghadoe. | |
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