Love
Oro Mor, O Moreen
Translated by George Sigerson (1907) · From Bards of the Gael and Gall (1907)
Dainty maid is Mary,
When she goes a-marketing;
Dainty in her dairy,
Setting every heart to sing.
Oro, Mor, O Moreen!
Oro, Mor, art coming now?
Oro Mor, O Moreen
O Coolin oir, art coming now?
She was saying, and saying,
Saying she would surely come;
But her ruffles went a-straying:
That is why she stayed at home.
Oro Mor, O Moreen,
Oro Mor, art coming now?
Oro Mor, O Moreen,
O Coolin oir! art coming now?
She was saying, and saying,
Promising she'd come away;
But the brindled bat was baying:
That is why she had to stay.
Qro Mor, O Moreen,
Oro Mor, art coming now?
Oro Mor, O Moreen,
O Coolin oir! art coming now?
She was saying, and saying,
Promising she'd swiftly come;
But the moon had gone a-maying:
That is why she stayed at home!
Oro Mor, O Moreen,
Oro Mor, art coming now?
Oro Mor, O Moreen
O Coolin oir! art coming now?
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Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “Oro Mor, O Moreen.” Translated by George Sigerson. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/132/.
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Anonymous (Irish Gaelic, later). “Oro Mor, O Moreen.” Translated by George Sigerson. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-irish-gaelic/132/.
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