Pastheen Fion

O my fair Pastheen is my heart's delight ;
Her gay heart laughs in her blue eye bright ;
Like the apple blossom her bosom white,
And her neck like the swan's on a March morn bright !
Then, Oro, come with me! come with me ! come
with me !
Oro, come with me ! brown girl, sweet !
And O I would go through snow and sleet
If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet !

Love of my heart, my fair Pastheen !
Her cheeks are as red as the rose's sheen,
But my lips have tasted no more, I ween,
Than the glass I drank to the health of my queen !
Then, Oro, come with me ! come with me ! come
with me !
Oro, come with me ! brown girl, sweet !
And O I would go through snow and sleet
If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet !

Were I in the town, where's mirth and glee,
Or 'twixt two barrels of barley bree,
With my fair Pastheen upon my knee,
'Tis I would drink to her pleasantly !
Then, Oro, come with me ! come with me ! come
with me !
Oro, come with me ! brown girl, sweet !
And O I would go through snow and sleet
If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet !

Nine nights I lay in longing and pain,
Betwixt two bushes, beneath the rain,
Thinking to see you, love, once again ;
But whistle and call were all in vain !
Then, Oro, come with me ! come with me ! come
with me !
Oro, come with me ; brown girl, sweet !
And O I would go through snow and sleet
If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet !

I'll leave my people, both friend and foe ;
From all the girls in the world I'll go ;
But from you, sweetheart, O never ! O no !
Till I lie in the coffin, stretched, cold and low !
Then, Oro, come with me ! come with me ! come
with me !
Oro, come with me ! brown girl, sweet !
And O I would go through snow and sleet
If you would come with me, brown girl, sweet !