Poems (Young)/A Lament
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A LAMENT.
There's no light in the house to-night, ochone! and no fire there.
White ashes where the red were, and a heart undone.
My love was in it once with candles lighted;
Ochone! ochone! its dark and lone to-night.
White ashes where the red were, and a heart undone.
My love was in it once with candles lighted;
Ochone! ochone! its dark and lone to-night.
'Twas from that house my boy went out to the battle,
'Twas there they laid him when the fight was over and lost:
There were few to raise the caoine for the man that led them.
Ochone for my child! ochone for the Chief! Ochone!
'Twas there they laid him when the fight was over and lost:
There were few to raise the caoine for the man that led them.
Ochone for my child! ochone for the Chief! Ochone!
Last night I crossed the bog of gleaming waters
And the Red Wind followed me and shrieked aloud;
But I prayed till God rebuked it into silence:
Ochone! I have the silence and my dead.
And the Red Wind followed me and shrieked aloud;
But I prayed till God rebuked it into silence:
Ochone! I have the silence and my dead.