Dan O'Shee

If I could fetch the moon down from the sky,
I'd give her for a lamp to Dan O'Shee;
So he'd never fear the darkness of the night,
Or the depth o' dark upon the winter sea.

If every beech leaf in the wood were gold,
I'd gather gold all day and never tire.
It's sorra care should come the winter long,
With the turf stack full and cattle in the byre.

If I should win the keys of Heaven's gates,
And find them open wide to welcome me,
I'd ask of God to bid them wait awhile,
Till I'd enter side by side with Dan O'Shee.
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