FROM THE IRISH <br /> <br />I’d bring you these for dowry <br />A field from heather free, <br />White sheep upon the mountain, <br />And calves that follow me. <br /> <br />I saw you by the well-side <br />Upon Saint Finnian's Day; <br />I thought you'd come and ask for me <br />But you kept far away. <br /> <br />Oh, if you ask not for me, <br />But leave me here instead, <br />The petticoat in dye-pot here <br />Will never fast its red <br /> <br />For me upon the well-slope <br />To wear on Finnian's Day <br />My dress will be the sheet bleached there, <br />My place, below the clay!<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/achill-girl-s-song/
