| Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922. |
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| 114. Aghadoe |
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| By John Todhunter |
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| THERE’S a glad in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | |
| There’s a green and silent glade in Aghadoe, | |
| Where we met, my Love and I, Love’s fair planet in the sky, | |
| O’er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe. | |
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| There’s a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | 5 |
| There’s a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe, | |
| Where I hid him from the eyes of the red-coats and their spies | |
| That year the trouble came to Aghadoe. | |
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| Oh! my curse on one black heart in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | |
| On Shaun Dhuv, my mother’s son in Aghadoe, | 10 |
| When your throat fries in hell’s drouth salt the flame be in your mouth, | |
| For the treachery you did in Aghadoe! | |
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| For they tracked me to that glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | |
| When the price was on his head in Aghadoe; | |
| O’er the mountain through the wood, as I stole to him with food, | 15 |
| When in hiding lone he lay in Aghadoe. | |
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| But they never took him living in Aghadoe, Aghadoe; | |
| With the bullets in his heart in Aghadoe, | |
| There he lay, the head—my breast keeps the warmth where once ’twould rest— | |
| Gone, to win the traitor’s gold from Aghadoe! | 20 |
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| I walked to Mallow Town from Aghadoe, Aghadoe, | |
| Brought his head from the gaol’s gate to Aghadoe, | |
| Then I covered him with fern, and I piled on him the cairn, | |
| Like an Irish king he sleeps in Aghadoe. | |
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| Oh, to creep into that cairn in Aghadoe, Aghadoe! | 25 |
| There to rest upon his breast in Aghadoe! | |
| Sure your dog for you could die with no truer heart than I— | |
| Your own love cold on your cairn in Aghadoe. | |
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