Out of the Window

Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney

Location: New Edition, page 169

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My young love said to me: “My mother won’t mind,

And my father won’t slight you for you lack of kind.”

And she went away from me, and this she did say:

“Oh, it will not be long love till our wedding day.”

She went away from me and moved through the fair

Where hand-slapping dealers’ loud shouts rent the air.

The sunlight around her did sparkle and play:

Saying “It will not be long love till our wedding day.”

When dew falls on meadow and moths fill the night.

When glow of the greesagh on hearth throws half-light,

I’ll slip from the casement, and we’ll run away,

And it will not be long love till our wedding day.

According to promise, at midnight he rose,

But all that he found was the downfolded clothes.

The sheets they lay empty, ‘twas plain for to see,

And out of the window with another went she.

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