Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!

    Come near me, w ways:

    Cuctling ter tide;

    tured, quiet-eyed,

    round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;

    And tars, grown old

    In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,

    Sing in their high and lonely melody.

    Come near, t no more blinded e,

    I find under te,

    In all poor foolis live a day,

    Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

    Come near, come near, come near - Aill

    A little space for to fill!

    Lest I no more bear common t crave;

    ts small cave,

    the grass,

    And al  toil and pass;

    But seek alone to range things said

    By God to t s of those long dead,

    And learn to c a tongue men do not know.

    Come near; I ime to go,

    Sing of old Eire and t ways:

    Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.