The Highland ninstrel boy. The Irish maiden's song.. The girl I've left behind me.. The green bushes.. The green linnet.... The green little shamrock of Ireland.. The Irish jaunting car.. 264 289 .. 189 167 19 245 162 237 What are the wild waves saying. Willie. we have missed you.... Will ye no come back again.... THE EMERALD SONGSTER. THE VIGIL OF THE SHAN VAN VOCHT. [Written some twenty-three years ago by an intimate friend of Thomas Davis, and one of the earliest writers in the cause of an uncomprising nationality.] "T is a glorious moonlight night, Thought the Shan van Vocht; "T is a glorious moonlight night, Said the Shan van Vocht: So 't were best to take a stroll, Where the foaming billows roll, In soft murmurs to my soul, Said the Shan van Vocht. So she went down to the shore, And she heard the billows roar, And she thought upon the time, When in youth's so glorious prime, All nature seemed sublime To the Shan van Vocht. Oh! who was once so fair As the Shan van Vocht? So blithe and free from care, How glorious was her youth! Of the Shan van Vocht! Oh! fearful grew the form Like a transfigured storm Stood the Shan van Vocht! While the intermingled tide Of agony and pride, With pangs intensified, Thrilled the Shan van Vocht For like a tongue of flame, To the Shan van Vocht, Was the vision of her shame |