| Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922. |
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| 111. A Connacht Caoine |
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| By Anonymous (From the Irish) |
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| DRAW near to the tables, ye that wear the cloaks; | |
| Here ye have flesh, but it is not roast flesh, | |
| Nor boiled in pots, nor cooked for feasting, | |
| But my dear Bourke—och, och after been slain. | |
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| You, young women, who are drinking wine there, | 5 |
| Let my sharp screeches pierce your heart. | |
| If I am wise I may get whatever is my lot, | |
| But you will never—och, och. och—get another brother! | |
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| O young woman, don’t you pity my sorrow/ | |
| My mourning over the bier of my spouse? | 10 |
| A lock of his hair is within my purse, | |
| And his offspring—och, och-hidden within me! | |
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