O sweet St. Bride of the Yellow, yellow hair: Paul said, and Peter said, And all the saints alive or dead Vowed she had the sweetest head, Bonnie, sweet St. Bride of the Yellow, yellow hair. White may my milkin' be, White as thee: Thy face is white, thy neck is white, Thy hands are white, thy feet are white, For thy sweet soul is shinin' bright— O dear to me, O dear to see St. Briget white! Yellow may my butter be, Firm, and round: Thy breasts are sweet, Firm, round and sweet, So may my butter be: So may my butter be O Briget sweet! Safe thy way is, safe, O Safe, St. Bride: May my kye come home at even, None be fallin', none be leavin', Dusky even, breath-sweet even, Here, as there, where O St. Bride thou Keepest tryst with God in heav'n, Seest the angels bow And souls be shriven— Here, as there, 'tis breath-sweet even Far and wide— Singeth thy little maid Safe in thy shade Briget, Bride! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST THE LAUGHERS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER POLITICAL GREATNESS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE LEPRECAUN, OR THE FAIRY SHOEMAKER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM OH, LOVE THOU TOO! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TOM JONES by JAMES HAY BEATTIE |