Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Path and foot bridge at Tollymore

Oh Cassie Mae

Oh Cassie Mae, the Whippoorwills are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valleys hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Cassie Mae, oh Cassie Mae, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

Love, Pa
Father in Heaven, forgive me; I’ve clearly plagiarized these iconic verses for my darling daughter, far away in Ireland. I’m old, and meant no harm. :)

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