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| The tune was possibly composed by Rory Dall O'Cahan According to The Fireside Book of Folk Songs these were the first words set to the music. A more recent incarnation is, of course, Danny Boy. Thomas Moore also wrote lyrics to the tune. They can be found at My Gentle Harp. |
Would God I were the tender apple blossom That floats and falls from off the twisted bough To lie and faint within your silken bosom Within your silken bosom as that does now. Or would I were a little burnish'd apple For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold While sun and shade you robe of lawn will dapple Your robe of lawn, and you hair's spun gold. Yea, would to God I were among the roses That lean to kiss you as you float between While on the lowest branch a bud uncloses A bud uncloses, to touch you, queen. Nay, since you will not love, would I were growing A happy daisy, in the garden path That so your silver foot might press me going Might press me going even unto death. |
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