| Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922. |
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| 56. At the Yellow Bohereen |
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| By George Petrie (Translated) |
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| AT THE Yellow Bohereen | |
| Is my heart’s secret queen, | |
| Alone on her soft bed a-sleeping; | |
| Each tress of her hair, | |
| Than the King’s gold more fair, | 5 |
| The dew from the grass might be sweeping. | |
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| I’m a man of Teig’s race, | |
| Who has watched her fair face; | |
| And away from her ever I’m sighing, | |
| And, oh, my heart’s store, | 10 |
| Be not grieved ever more, | |
| That for you a young man should be dying! | |
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| Should my love with me come | |
| I would build her a home, | |
| The finest e’er told of in Eirinn; | 15 |
| And ’tis then she would shine, | |
| And her fame ne’er decline, | |
| For beauty o’er all the palm bearing. | |
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| For in your bosom bright | |
| Shines the pure, sunny light, | 20 |
| As on your smooth brow graceful ever; | |
| And, oh, could I say | |
| You’re my own from this day, | |
| Death’s contest would frighten me never! | |
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