Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
Come near me, w ways:
Cuctling ter tide;
tured, quiet-eyed,
round Fergus dreams, and ruin untold;
And tars, grown old
In dancing silver-sandalled on the sea,
Sing in their high and lonely melody.
Come near, t no more blinded e,
I find under te,
In all poor foolis live a day,
Eternal beauty wandering on her way.
Come near, come near, come near - Aill
A little space for to fill!
Lest I no more bear common t crave;
ts small cave,
the grass,
And al toil and pass;
But seek alone to range things said
By God to t s of those long dead,
And learn to c a tongue men do not know.
Come near; I ime to go,
Sing of old Eire and t ways:
Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days.