I'D wed you without herds, without money or rich array, <br />And I'd wed you on a dewy morn at day-dawn gray; <br />My bitter woe it is, love, that we are not far away <br />In Cashel town, tho' the bare deal board were our marriage-bed this <br />day! <br /> <br />O fair maid, remember the green hill-side, <br />Remember how I hunted about the valleys wide; <br />Time now has worn me; my locks are turn'd to gray; <br />The year is scarce and I am poor--but send me not, love, away! <br /> <br />O deem not my blood is of base strain, my girl; <br />O think not my birth was as the birth of a churl; <br />Marry me and prove me, and say soon you will <br />That noble blood is written on my right side still. <br /> <br />My purse holds no red gold, no coin of the silver white; <br />No herds are mine to drive through the long twilight; <br />But the pretty girl that would take me, all bare tho' I be and lone, <br />O, I'd take her with me kindly to the county Tyrone! <br /> <br />O my girl, I can see 'tis in trouble you are; <br />And O my girl, I see 'tis your people's reproach you bear! <br />--I am a girl in trouble for his sake with whom I fly, <br />And, O, may no other maiden know such reproach as I!<br /><br />Sir Samuel Ferguson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cashel-of-munster-from-the-irish/
