The Drinan Donn

By road and by river the wild birds sing,
O'er mountain and valley the dewy leaves spring,
The gay flowers are shining, gilt o'er by the sun,
And fairest of all shines the Drinan Donn.

The rath of the fairy, the ruin hoar,
With white silver splendour it decks them all o'er ;
And down in the valleys, where merry streams run,
How sweet smells the bloom of the Drinan Donn !

Ah ! well I remember the soft spring day,
I sat by my love 'neath its sweet-scented spray ;
The day that she told me her heart I had won,
Beneath the white blossoms of the Drinan Donn.

The streams they were singing their gladsome song,
The soft winds were blowing the wild woods among,
The mountains shone bright in the red setting sun,
And my love in my arms 'neath the Drinan Donn.

'Tis my prayer in the morning, my dream at night,
To sit thus again by my heart's dear delight,
With her blue eyes of gladness, her hair like the sun,
And her sweet loving kisses, 'neath the Drinan Donn.