VAGRANT VERSE
CAILIN DUBH MO CRIDHE. (Written for the Southland TimeeK Come to Mo, Come to me, Cailin dubh Mo cridhe. The stars are out with laugh and about And dancing in their glee, They praise their Queen who walks sereag As I praise thee, Mo cridbe. Come to Me, Come to Me, Cailin dubh Mo cridhe. The little breeze among the trees Whispering the eestacy Will fondly tell I love thee well, My own, my sweet, Mo cridhe. Come to Me, Come to Me, Cailin dubh Mo cridhe. The gentle rill that down the hil Goes like a truant free Sings the same strain as to the mak It rushes on, Mo cridhe. Come to Me, Come to Me, Cailin dubh Mo cridhe, And nn my breast, as dove in nert. Let thy head pillowed be, And come what, will of good or ill I shall be blest, Mo cridhe. Robert Franc! Bluff, May 22, 1922.
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Southland Times, Issue 19522, 23 May 1922, Page 4
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157VAGRANT VERSE Southland Times, Issue 19522, 23 May 1922, Page 4
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