My Mary of the curling hair,
The laughing teeth, and bashful air,
Our bridal morn is dawning fair,
With blushes in the skies.
_Shule! Shule! Shule, agra!
Shule asucur, agus shule, aroon!_[2]
My love! my pearl!
My own dear girl!
My mountain maid arise!
Wake, linnet of the osier grove!
Wake, trembling, stainless, virgin dove!
Wake, nestling of a parent's love!
Let Moran see thine eyes.
_Shule, Shule, &c._
I am no stranger, proud and gay,
To win thee from thy home away,
And find thee, for a distant day,
A theme for wasting signs.
_Shule, Shule, &c._
But we were known from infancy,
Thy father's hearth was home to me,
No selfish love was mine for thee,
Unholy and unwise.
_Shule, Shule, &c._
And yet, (to see what love can do!)
Though calm my hope has burned, and true,
My cheek is pale and worn for you,
And sunken are mine eyes!
_Shule, Shule, &c._
But soon my love shall be my bride
And happy by our own fire-side,
My veins shall feel the rosy tide,
That lingering Hope denies.
_Shule, Shule, &c._
My Mary of the curling hair,
The laughing teeth and bashful air,
Our bridal morn is dawning fair,
With blushes in the skies.
_Shule! Shule! Shule, agra!
Shule, asucur, agus shule, aroon!_
My love! my pearl!
My own dear girl!
My mountain maid, arise!--_The Collegians_
[2] Come! come! Come, my darling--
Come, softly,--and come, my love!
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