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| WHEN all were dreaming but Pastheen Power, | |
| A light came streaming beneath her bower, | |
| A heavy foot at her door delayed, | |
| A heavy hand on the latch was laid. | |
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| “Now who dare venture at this dark hour, | 5 |
| Unbid to enter my maiden bower?” | |
| “Dear Pastheen, open the door to me, | |
| And your true lover you’ll surely see.” | |
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| “My own true lover, so tall and brave, | |
| Lives exiled over the angry wave.” | 10 |
| “Your true love’s body lies on the bier, | |
| His faithful spirit is with you here.” | |
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| “His look was cheerful, his voice was gay: | |
| Your speech is fearful. your voice is gray; | |
| And sad and sunken your eye of blue, | 15 |
| But Patrick, Patrick, alas ’tis you.” | |
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| Ere dawn was breaking she heard below | |
| The two cocks shaking their wings to crow. | |
| “O hush you, hush you, both red and gray, | |
| Or you will hurry my love away.” | 20 |
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| “O hush your crowing both gray and red | |
| Or he’ll be going to join the dead; | |
| O cease from calling his ghost to the mould, | |
| And I’ll come crowning your combs with gold.” | |
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| When all were dreaming but Pastheen Power, | 25 |
| A light went streaming from out her bower, | |
| And on the morrow when they awoke, | |
| They knew that sorrow her heart had broke. | |
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