-- O Druimfhionn Donn Dilis! <br />O Silk of the Kine! <br />Where goest thou for sleeping? <br />What pastures are thine? <br />-- In the woods with my gilly <br />Always I must keep, <br />And 'tis that now that leaves me <br />Forsaken to weep. <br /> <br />Land, homestead, wines, music: <br />I am reft of them all! <br />Chief and bard that once wooed me <br />Are gone from my call! <br />And cold water to soothe me <br />I sup with my tears, <br />While the foe that pursues me <br />Has drinking that cheers. <br /> <br />-- Through the mist of the glensides <br />And hills I return: <br />Like a brogue beyond mending <br />The Sasanach I'll spurn: <br />If in battle's contention <br />I have sight of the crown, <br />I'll befriend thee and defend thee, <br />My young Druimfhionn Donn!<br /><br />Thomas MacDonagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/druimfhionn-donn-dilis/
