A Broadside: No. 9. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
Title
A Broadside: No. 9. Seventh and Last Year of the Set
Subject
Ireland
Cuala Press
A Broadside
Irish Literary Revival
The Gaelic Revival
Description
PUBLISHED MONTHLY BY E. C. YEATS AT THE CUALA PRESS, CHURCHTOWN, DUNDRUM, COUNTY DUBLIN. SUBSCRIPTION TWELVE SHILLINGS A YEAR POST FREE.
300 copies only
300 copies only
The woodcut on page [3] has the caption: "THE SCENE OF A TRAGEDY". Signed by Jack B. Yeats.
Creator
E. C. Yeats
Jack B. Yeats
Publisher
Cuala Press
Date
February, 1915
Text
THE MAID OF BALLYHAUNIS
My Mary dear! for thee I die,
O, place thy hand, in mine, love -
My fathers here were chieftains high,
Then to my plaints incline, love.
O, plaited-hair! that now we were,
In wedlock's band united,
For, maiden mine, in grief I'll pine,
Until our vows are plighted!
Thou, Rowan-bloom, since thus I rove,
All worn and faint to greet thee,
Come to these arms, my constant love,
With love as true to meet me!
Alas! my head - its wits are fled,
I've failed in filial duty -
My sire did say, "Shun, shun, for aye
That Ballyhaunis beauty!"
But thy Cúilin Bán I marked one day,
Where the blooms of bean-field cluster,
Thy bosom white like ocean's spray,
Thy cheeks like rowan-fruit's lustre,
Thy tones that shame the wild birds fame
Which sing in the summer weather -
And O! I sigh that thou, love, and I
Steal not from this world together!
If with thy lover thou depart,
To the land of ships, my fair love,
No weary pain of head or heart,
Shall haunt our slumbers there, love -
O! haste away, ere cold death's prey,
My soul from thee withdrawn is;
And my hope's reward, the churchyard sward
In the town of Ballyhaunis!
My Mary dear! for thee I die,
O, place thy hand, in mine, love -
My fathers here were chieftains high,
Then to my plaints incline, love.
O, plaited-hair! that now we were,
In wedlock's band united,
For, maiden mine, in grief I'll pine,
Until our vows are plighted!
Thou, Rowan-bloom, since thus I rove,
All worn and faint to greet thee,
Come to these arms, my constant love,
With love as true to meet me!
Alas! my head - its wits are fled,
I've failed in filial duty -
My sire did say, "Shun, shun, for aye
That Ballyhaunis beauty!"
But thy Cúilin Bán I marked one day,
Where the blooms of bean-field cluster,
Thy bosom white like ocean's spray,
Thy cheeks like rowan-fruit's lustre,
Thy tones that shame the wild birds fame
Which sing in the summer weather -
And O! I sigh that thou, love, and I
Steal not from this world together!
If with thy lover thou depart,
To the land of ships, my fair love,
No weary pain of head or heart,
Shall haunt our slumbers there, love -
O! haste away, ere cold death's prey,
My soul from thee withdrawn is;
And my hope's reward, the churchyard sward
In the town of Ballyhaunis!
Original Format
Broadside
Collection
Citation
E. C. Yeats and Jack B. Yeats, “A Broadside: No. 9. Seventh and Last Year of the Set,” Linda Lear Center Digital Collections and Exhibitions, accessed April 25, 2024, https://lc-digital.conncoll.edu/items/show/1427.