I'm sittin' on the stile, Mary, Where we sat side by side On a bright May mornin' long ago, 8 The place is little changed, Mary, The lark's loud song is in my ear, But I miss the soft clasp of your hand, And your breath warm on my cheek, 'T is but a step down yonder lane, But the graveyard lies between, Mary, I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends, The few our Father sends! And you were all I had, Mary, My blessin' and my pride: There's nothin' left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died. Yours was the good, brave heart, Mary, 16 When the trust in God had left my soul, 24 32 1845. There was comfort ever on your lip, I thank you for the patient smile I bless you for the pleasant word, When your heart was sad and sore- I'm biddin' you a long farewell, My Mary-kind and true! But I'll not forget you, darling! In the land I'm goin' to; They say there's bread and work for all, But I'll not forget old Ireland, Were it fifty times as fair! And often in those grand old woods And my heart will travel back again 40 48 56 And the springin' corn, and the bright May morn, When first you were my bride. Helen Selina, Lady Dufferin. 64 |