The Mermaid
Source: The Stone Fiddle by Paddy Tunney
Location: New Edition, page 70 / 71
It seems you’ve withered and forsaken sport;
The snow wreathes higher along the port.
Your mouth mellifluous and your ringlets gold.
You’re weary, Mary Kinny and the Erne’s so cold.
“O Faithful Mother", cried her daughter fair.
“I’ve searched the seashore and rocks bone bare.
But my mermaid mother, I failed to find.
You were swimming the Erne through the wave and wind.”
“I am so weary, as night turns day.
With my Mary and Patrick, I’d fain to stay.
On the crest of the billow, through froth and foam.
Pity poor Mary Kinny, in her watery home.”