The Ballad of Downal Baun The moon-cradle's rocking and rocking, Where a cloud and a cloud goes by: Silently rocking and rocking, The moon-cradle out in the sky. To-morrow we'll gather the rushes, And we'll make Saint Bridghid's Crosses, 25 SHE MOVED THROUGH THE FAIR My young love said to me, "My brothers won't mind, She stepped away from me and she moved through the fair, And fondly I watched her go here and go there, Then she went her way homeward with one star awake, As the swan in the evening moves over the lake. The people were saying no two were e'er wed And I smiled as she passed with her goods and her gear, I dreamt it last night that my young love came in, She came close beside me, and this she did say, ACROSS THE DOOR THE fiddles were playing and playing, Ah! strange were the dim, wide meadows, And strange was the cloud-strewn sky, And strange in the meadows the corncrakes, And they making cry! The hawthorn bloom was by us, Around us the breath of the south. White hawthorn, strange in the night-timeHis kiss on my mouth! A CRADLE SONG O, MEN from the fields! Mavourneen is going From me and from you, Where Mary will fold him With mantle of blue! From reek of the smoke And cold of the floor, And the peering of things Across the half-door. O, men from the fields! |