One morning in the month of June,
as Sol's bright beams the air illum'ed,
My cattle from the yard I drove,
and then stretched at my ease.
The skylark sang melodiously
a lovely lass appeared to me,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.
When I beheld this fair young maid
my heart began to palpitate,
My eyes began to dazzle
and her figure I could not state.
She was loaded with some b**** of thread,
the same she had upon her head,
Passing by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.
When I saw this maid approaching me
my heart rose to a height of glee
I stood with great alacrity
to accost this charming maid
Kind sir she said, "I'm going astray
won't you be kind show me the way
That leads to the weavers house
in sweet Lisbweemore.
There is no other human being
in showing the way can surpass me
I know it for might you see
so come along, a stoir
But if you agree to stay with me
I always be your 'gra mo chroi'
Here by the turbury
In sweet Lisbweemore."
She soon replied: "Indeed, I won't;
you are a dirty, scheming rogue!
Please desist from flattery
with a simple, honest maid.
But if you're inclined to show the way,
then come along, don't me delay,
Here by the turbary,
in sweet Lisbweemore."
What she said I did excuse,
her request I could not refuse,
As we walked along together
she this to me did say:
"Where lives the man they call "D.D.?"
his residence I'd like to see,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore."
O come along my pretty maid
don't be of me the least afraid;
I'll lead you through this rugged place
you never went before.
Your guardian I will surely be,
until that young man's face we'll see,
Here by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.
"The truth to you I will relate:
I do not wish to see his face;
The reason, too, I'll tell to you:
'tis early in the day.
For if he'd see us two alone,
a song for us he would compose,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore."
"To do his best, what can he say
are we not honest going the way?
Besides, he has the aptness
never to dispraise.
But if another man were in my shoes
he'd spoil your thread, both warp and woof,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore."
When this I said, without delay,
upon my word! she ran away!
In vain he followed after her
through thick and steep terrain.
No roe-buck in the park so quick could leap
beyond each ceap and ditch
As she did through the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore!
And as she was too quick for me,
though I ran with great rapidity,
I was troubled with the dint of speed
and topsy-turvy thrown.
Ere again on ground my foot I lay
She was on path a mile away
At least from the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.
as Sol's bright beams the air illum'ed,
My cattle from the yard I drove,
and then stretched at my ease.
The skylark sang melodiously
a lovely lass appeared to me,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.
When I beheld this fair young maid
my heart began to palpitate,
My eyes began to dazzle
and her figure I could not state.
She was loaded with some b**** of thread,
the same she had upon her head,
Passing by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.
When I saw this maid approaching me
my heart rose to a height of glee
I stood with great alacrity
to accost this charming maid
Kind sir she said, "I'm going astray
won't you be kind show me the way
That leads to the weavers house
in sweet Lisbweemore.
There is no other human being
in showing the way can surpass me
I know it for might you see
so come along, a stoir
But if you agree to stay with me
I always be your 'gra mo chroi'
Here by the turbury
In sweet Lisbweemore."
She soon replied: "Indeed, I won't;
you are a dirty, scheming rogue!
Please desist from flattery
with a simple, honest maid.
But if you're inclined to show the way,
then come along, don't me delay,
Here by the turbary,
in sweet Lisbweemore."
What she said I did excuse,
her request I could not refuse,
As we walked along together
she this to me did say:
"Where lives the man they call "D.D.?"
his residence I'd like to see,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore."
O come along my pretty maid
don't be of me the least afraid;
I'll lead you through this rugged place
you never went before.
Your guardian I will surely be,
until that young man's face we'll see,
Here by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.
"The truth to you I will relate:
I do not wish to see his face;
The reason, too, I'll tell to you:
'tis early in the day.
For if he'd see us two alone,
a song for us he would compose,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore."
"To do his best, what can he say
are we not honest going the way?
Besides, he has the aptness
never to dispraise.
But if another man were in my shoes
he'd spoil your thread, both warp and woof,
Down by the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore."
When this I said, without delay,
upon my word! she ran away!
In vain he followed after her
through thick and steep terrain.
No roe-buck in the park so quick could leap
beyond each ceap and ditch
As she did through the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore!
And as she was too quick for me,
though I ran with great rapidity,
I was troubled with the dint of speed
and topsy-turvy thrown.
Ere again on ground my foot I lay
She was on path a mile away
At least from the turbary
in sweet Lisbweemore.