r own way;

    And sery, my mind is easy,

    You may come to-day to Ballylee.”

    linger,

    alk  to my  my  rose.

    e o go across three fields,

    e  o Ballylee.

    table  measure, Sting beside me;

    And sery, and a rong cellar in Ballylee.”

    O star of lig,

    O amber he world,

    ill you come h me upon Sunday

    till ogethe people?

    I  grudge you a song every Sunday evening,

    Puncable, or ,

    But, O King of Glory, dry the roads before me,

    till I find to Ballylee.

    t air on the hill

    hen you are looking down upon Ballylee;

    s and blackberries, t

    and music of the Sidhe.

    is tness till you

    Of t is by your side?

    to deny it or to try and ,

    S.

    t of Ireland I did not travel,

    From to tops of tains,

    to ty but was behind hers.

    oo;  and s.

    She branch,

    She shining flower of Ballylee.

    It is Mary his calm and easy woman,

    y in her mind and in her face.

    If a ogether,

    t e down a half of her ways.

    An old  nig beautiful to tell me about  every e. As many as eleven men asked  s  of men up beyond Kilbecanty one nigting togetalking of  up and set out to go to Ballylee and see  Cloon Bog o it o ter, and t   “trongest man t -time to get to Ballylee.” tradition gives t Derrybrien among tge  desolate place, ag upon t of Ec still mindful of many poems and of ty of ancient speece t it looked blue, and