Oh, my fair Pastheen is my heart's delight, Her gay heart laughs in her blue eye bright; Like the apple-blossom her bosom white, And her neck like the swan's on a March morn bight. CHORUS. Then, Oro, come with me! come with me! come with me! Oro, come with me! brown girl, sweet! And oh! I would go through snow and sleet, If you would come with me, brown girl sweet! Love of my heart, my fair Pastheen! Her cheeks are red as the rose's sheen, But my lips have tasted no more, I ween, Then the glass I drink to the health of my queen! Were I in the town where's mirth and glee, Or 'twixt two barrels of barley bree, With my fair Pastheen upon my knee, 'Tis I would drink to her pleasantly! Nine nights I lay in longing and pain, Betwixt two bushes, beneath the rain, Thinking to see you, love, again; But whistle and call were all in vain! I'll leave my people, both friend and foe; From all the girls in the world I'll go; But from you, sweetheart, oh, never! oh, no! Till I lie in the coffin stretched cold and low! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CENTER OF GRAVITY by DAVID IGNATOW TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEFORE DAWN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |