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First Line: One harvest evening as I took the road from glenties fair
Last Line: While she murmured, 'you may join me on the path across the moor.'


ONE harvest evening as I took the road from Glenties fair,
I o'ertook a fresh-lipped cailin of modest mien and air;
So pleasant our discoursing was, it grieved me, to be sure,
When she said at length 'Good-bye, kind sir, my path's across the moor.'

I looked upon her wistfully -- her gaze fell on the grass.
'It's lonesome walking is the moor,' I said, 'mo chailin dheas,
And the path is not so narrow, but there's room for two, I'm sure;
If you don't object I'll take with you the path across the moor?'

'The moon is up, the path is straight,' she answered courteouslie,
'And I never do feel lonesome when crossing of Tiree:
I thank you very kindly, sir, but to my father's door
I've always took the path alone,' she said, 'across the moor.'

'That the path's both safe and pleasant for one, I'm sure is true;
But you guess not its delights,' I said, 'when jogged along by two.'
'A kind good-bye, pray, gentle sir! My father he is poor,
And I, a humble maid, have never been beyont the moor.'

'You do your father wrong,' I said, 'for his is wealth untold,
The King of royal Spain is not so rich, for all his gold,
And, rank and worldly riches for me have little lure --
I'd barter both, with you to walk henceforth across the moor.'

I looked into her tender eyes, she blushed and cast them down;
I touched my lips upon her hand; still Rosie did not frown;
I took her hands in both of mine, and prisoned them secure,
While she murmured, 'You may join me on the path across the moor.'





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