Oh, 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 bight. CHORUS. Then, Oro, come with me! come with me! come with me! Oro, come with me! brown girl, sweet! And oh! 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 red as the rose's sheen, But my lips have tasted no more, I ween, Then the glass I drink to the health of my queen! 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! Nine nights I lay in longing and pain, Betwixt two bushes, beneath the rain, Thinking to see you, love, again; But whistle and call were all in vain! I'll leave my people, both friend and foe; From all the girls in the world I'll go; But from you, sweetheart, oh, never! oh, no! Till I lie in the coffin stretched cold and low! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK THE WORD by WILLIAM WALSHAM HOW LAMENT by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY IN HONOR OF TAFFY TOPAZ by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI COLIN CLOUTS COME HOME AGAIN by EDMUND SPENSER TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER |