[From Manx Ballads, 1896]




" Lesh sooree ayns y geurey,
An vennick veign ny lhie,
Agh shooyll ayns y dorraghey,
Scoan fakin yn raad thie.

Veign goll gys ny unniagyn,
As crankal shirrey entreil,
Yn filaghey yealley orrym,
As my lleckanyn gaase gial.

O shimmey oie liauyr geurey,
Ta mee rieau er ceaul
Ny hassoo ec ny unniagyn,
Derrey veign er creau.

My cassyn neesht veagh filugh,
As draggit lane dy laagh ;
Cha leah yinnyn yarrood eh,
Dy vakin's ben aeg bwaagh.

Yn ushtey role jeh my olt,
As my feeacklyn snaggaree,
Yn crackan jeh my j'untyn,
Booil er y gless cheu-mooie.

Graa: 'my graih as my gerjagh,
Nish lhiggys oo mee stiagh,
Son dy voym's agh un oor
Jeh dy heshaght villish noght.'

" Fow royd voish yn unniag,
Fow royd ta mee dy graa,
Son cha jean-ym lhiggey stlagh oo,
Ta fys aym's er ny shaare."

" My dy my obbal thow,
As dy vel oo mee chur jeh ?
Son rieau va mee smooinaghtyn,
Dy re oo veeagh my relh."

" Dy bragh, ny dy bragh, guilley,
Cha bee ayms ayd son ben,
Son cha vell mee goll dy phoosey,
My taitnys hene vys aym."

Hug ee cisht yn filleag urree,
As haink ce sheesh my whaall,
Lesh phaagaghyn cha gralhagh,
Myr shoh renshin meeiteil.

" Va ny creeaghyn ain cha kenjal
Lesh yn gerjagh va am cooidjagh
Nagh geayll shin rleau lheid roie,
As scoan my nee shin arragh."


" With courting in the winter,
I'd seldom be in bed,
But walking in the darkness,
Scarce seeing the road home.

" I would go to the windows,
And rap seeking entrance,
The rain pouring upon me,
And my cheeks growing pale.

Many a long winter's night,
Frequently have I passed,
Standing there at the windows,
Until I was shiv'ring.

My feet also would be wet,
And draggled o'er with mire;
But I would soon forget it,
When I saw a nice girl.

Water pouring from my hair,
And my teeth chattering,
The skin off my knuckles, with
Tapping the glass outside.

Saying: ' My love, my comfort,
Now do thou let me in,
Could I have but one hour of
Thy company to-night? ' "

" Get away from the window,
Get away I tell thee,
For I will not let you in,
I know better than that."

" Dost thou think thou'lt rej'ect me,
And that thou'lt put me off ?
For I have always believed
That thou would'st be my lot."

" No never, no never, young man,
Will I be thy woman,
For I'm not going to marry,
My own pleasure I will have."

" Then she threw her shawl o'er her,
And came down to meet me,
With kisses, oh! how loving,
This way we did meet.

Our hearts were so mellow with
Our mutual pleasure;
You never heard such before,
And you scarce will again."


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music see p234

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