Classic Poem

Oh, my fair Pastheen is my heart's delight,
Her gay heart laughs in her blue eye bright,
Like the apple blossom her bosom white
And her neck like the swan's on a March morn bright!
Then, Oro, come with me, come with me, come with me!
Oro, come with me, brown girl sweet!
And oh, I would go through snow and sleet,
If you would come with me, brown girl sweet!

Love of my heart, my fair Pastheen!
Her cheeks are as red as the rose's sheen,
But my lips have tasted no more, I ween,
Than the glass I drank to the health of my queen!
Then, Oro, come with me, come with me, come with me!
Oro, come with me, brown girl sweet!
And oh, I would go through snow and sleet,
If you would come with me, brown girl sweet!

Were I in the town where's mirth and glee,
Or 'twixt two barrels of barley bree,
With my fair Pastheen upon my knee,
'Tis I would drink to her pleasantly!
Then, Oro, come with me, come with me, come with me!
Oro, come with me, brown girl sweet!
And oh, I would go through snow and sleet,
If you would come with me, brown girl sweet!

Nine nights I lay in longing and pain,
Betwixt two bushes, beneath the rain,
Thinking to see you, love, once again.
But whistle and call were all in vain!
Then, Oro, come with me, come with me, come with me!
Oro, come with me, brown girl sweet!
And, oh! I would go through snow and sleet,
If you would come with me, brown girl sweet!

I'll leave my people, both friend and foe;
From all the girls in the world I'll go;
But from you, sweetheart, never! ah no!
Till I lie in the coffin stretched cold and low!
Then, Oro, come with me, come with me, come with me!
Oro, come with me, brown girl sweet!
And oh! I would go through snow and sleet,
If you would come with me, brown girl sweet!