ARGUMENt. Baile and Aillinn  Aengus, the

    Master of Love, wiso he happy in his own land

    among told to eacory of th, so

    t ts hey died.

    I he curlew cry,

    Nor the wind is high,

    Before my ts begin to run

    On the heir of Uladh, Buans son,

    Baile, wh;

    And t mild h,

    Aillinn, who was King Lugaidhs heir.

    their love was never drowned in care

    Of t thing, nor grew cold

    Because their hodies had grown old.

    Being forbid to marry on earth,

    to immortal mirth.

    About time w was born,

    e horn

    And t yet come,

    Young Baile h, whom some

    Called rattle-Land,

    Rode out of Emain h a band

    Of hey

    Imagined, as truck the way

    to many-pastured Muirthemne,

    t all t happily,

    And t fools had said,

    Baile and Aillinn would be wed.

    there:

    he had ragged long grass-coloured hair;

    stuck out of his hose;

    er in his shoes;

    o keep him dry,

    Although he had a squirrels eye.

    lt;1O wandering hirds and rushy beds,

    You put such folly in our heads

    ithe wind,

    No common love is to our mind,

    And our poor kate or Nan is less

    than any whose unhappiness

    Arings long ago.

    Yet t kno know

    t all this life can give us is

    A cer, a womans kiss.

    put so great a scorn

    In t night and morn

    Are trodden and broken he herds,

    And i