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I	A
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My closest and dearest	B
From the first day I saw you	C
From the top of the market house	D
My eyes gave heed to you	C
My heart gave affection to you	C
I fled from my friends with you	C
Far from my home with you	C
No lasting sorrow this to me	E
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II	A
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Thou didst bring me to fair chambers	F
Rooms you had adorned for me	E
Ovens were reddened for me	E
Fresh trout were caught for me	E
Roast flesh was carved for me	E
From beef that was felled for me	E
On beds of down I lay	G
Till the coming of the milking time	H
Or so long as was pleasing to me	E
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III	A
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Rider of the white palm	I
With the silver hilted sword	J
Well your beaver hat became you	C
With its band of graceful gold	K
Your suit of solid homespun yarn	L
Wrapped close around your form	M
Slender shoes of foreign fashion	N
And a pin of brightest silver	O
Fastened in your shirt	P
As you rode in stately wise	Q
On your slender steed white faced	R
After coming over seas	S
Even the Saxons bowed before you	C
Bowed down to the very ground	T
Not because they loved you well	U
But from deadly hate	V
For it was by them you fell	U
Darling of my soul	W
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IV	-
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My friend and my little calf	-
Offsprings of the Lords of Antrim	X
And the chiefs of Immokely	W
Never had I thought you dead	Y
Until there came to me your mare	Z
Her bridle dragged beside her to the ground	T
Upon her brow your heart blood splashed	A2
Even to the carven saddle flowing down	B2
Where you were wont to sit or stand	C2
I did not stay to cleanse it	D2
I gave a quick leap with my hands	E2
Upon the wooden stretcher of the bed	Y
A second leap was to the gate	V
And the third leap upon thy mare	Z
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V	-
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In haste I clapped my hands together	O
I followed on your tracks	F2
As well as I could	G2
Till I found you laid before me dead	Y
At the foot of a lowly bush of furze	F2
Without pope without bishop	H2
Without cleric or priest	I2
To read a psalm for thee	-
But only an old bent wasted crone	J2
Who flung over thee the corner of her cloak	K2
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VI	-
	-
My dear and beloved one	N
When it will come to me to reach our home	L2
Little Conor of our love	-
And Fiac his toddling baby brother	O
Will be asking of me quickly	-
Where I left their dearest father	O
I shall answer them with sorrow	M2
That I left him in Kill Martyr	O
They will call upon their father	O
He will not be there to answer	O
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VII	-
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My love and my chosen one	N
When you were going forward from the gate	V
You turned quickly back again	N2
You kissed your two children	N
You threw a kiss to me	-
You said Eileen arise now be stirring	O2
And set your house in order	O
Be swiftly moving	O2
I am leaving our home	L2
It is likely that I may not come again	N2
I took it only for a jest	P2
You used often to be jesting thus before	Q2
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VIII	-
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My friend and my heart's love	-
Arise up my Art	R2
Leap on thy steed	S2
Arise out to Macroom	L2
And to Inchegeela after that	T2
A bottle of wine in thy grasp	U2
As was ever in the time of they ancestors	F2
Arise up my Art	R2
Rider of the shining sword	J
Put on your garments	F2
Your fair noble clothes	F2
Don your black beaver	O
Draw on your gloves	F2
See here hangs your whip	V2
Your good mare waits without	W2
Strike eastward on the narrow road	X2
For the bushes will bare themselves before you	C
For the streams will narrow on your path	Y2
For men and women will bow themselves before you	C
If their own good manners are upon them yet	Z2
But I am much a feared they are not now	A3
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IX	F2
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Destruction to you and woe	M2
O Morris hideous the treachery	-
That took from me the man of the house	F2
The father of my babes	F2
Two of them running about the house	F2
The third beneath my breast	P2
It is likely that I shall not give it birth	B3
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X	F2
	-
My long wound my bitter sorrow	M2
That I was not beside thee	-
When the shot was fired	C3
That I might have got it in my soft body	-
Or in the skirt of my gown	B2
Till I would give you freedom to escape	D3
O Rider of the grey eye	-
Because it is you would best have followed after them	L2
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XI	-
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My dear and my heart's love	-
Terrible to me the way I see thee	-
To be putting our hero	M2
Our rider so true of heart	R2
In a little cap in a coffin	E3
Thou who used to be fishing along the streams	F2
Thou who didst drink within wide halls	F2
Among the gentle women white of breast	P2
It is my thousand afflictions	F2
That I have lost your companionship	V2
My love and my darling	O2
Could my shouts but reach thee	-
West in mighty Derrynane	E3
And in Carhen of the yellow apples after that	T2
Many a light hearted young horseman	E3
And woman with white spotless kerchief	-
Would swiftly be with us here	F3
To wail above thy head	Y
Art O'Leary of the joyous laugh	-
O women of the soft wet eyes	F2
Stay now your weeping	O2
Till Art O'Leary drinks his drink	G3
Before his going back to school	W
Not to learn reading or music does he go there now	E3
But to carry clay and stones	F2
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XII	F2
	-
My love and my secret thou	E3
Thy corn stacks are piled	H3
And thy golden kine are milking	O2
But it is upon my own heart is the grief	-
There is no healing in the Province of Munster	O
Nor in the Island smithy of the Fians	F2
Till Art O'Leary will come back to me	-
But all as if it were a lock upon a trunk	I3
And the key of it gone straying	O2
Or till rust will come upon the screw	C
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XIII	F2
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My friend and my best one	E3
Art O'Leary son of Conor	C
Son of Cadach son of Lewis	F2
Eastward from wet wooded glens	F2
Westward from the slender hill	W
Where the rowan berries grow	C
And the yellow nuts are ripe upon the branches	F2
Apples trailing as it was in my day	G
Little wonder to myself	-
If fires were lighted in O'Leary's country	C
And at the mouth of Ballingeary	C
Or at holy Gougane Barra of the cells	F2
After the rider of the smooth grip	V2
After the huntsman unwearied	G
When heavy breathing with the chase	F2
Even thy lithe deerhounds lagged behind	G
O horseman of the enticing eyes	F2
What happened thee last night	G
For I myself thought	G
That the whole world could not kill you	C
When I bought for you that shirt of mail	W
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XIV	-
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My friend and my darling	O2
A cloudy vision through the darkness	F2
Came to me last night	G
At Cork lately	C
And I alone upon my bed	G
I saw the wooded glen withered	G
I saw our lime washed court fallen	E3
No sound of speech came from thy hunting dogs	F2
No sound of singing from the birds	F2
When you were found in the clay	G
On the side of the hill without	G
When you were found fallen	E3
Art O'Leary	C
With your drop of blood oozing out	G
Through the breast of your shirt	G
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XV	-
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It is known to Jesus Christ	G
I will put no cap upon thy head	G
Nor body linen on my side	G
Nor shoes upon my feet	G
Nor gear throughout the house	F2
Even on the brown mare will be no bridle	W
But I shall spend all in taking the law	W
I will go across the seas	F2
To seek the villain of the black blood	G
But if they will give no heed to me	C
It is I that will come back again	E3
To speak with the King	O2
Who cut off my treasure from me	C
O Morris who killed my hero	C
Was there not one man in Erin	E3
Would put a bullet through you	C
The affection of this heart to you	C
O white women of the mill	W
For the edged poetry that you have shed	G
Over the horseman of the brown mare	C
It is I who am the lonely one	E3
In Inse Carriganane	E3