Testo di Dark Moll Of The Glen

On the mountain I am lost with one cow for my herd From the east to the west I am crossing To where the sun will set, bereft of all my sense With no solace from my love to guide me She is dark Moll of the glen, she is dark Moll of the steed Dark woman more red than roses Oh if I could but choose just one precious bloom My dark Moll of the glen, I'd choose you Down to the glen I look for my lone, my secret love From my gray eyes the tears, they are falling Oh my God of all grace, relieve me of this grief For my dark Moll has left me breaking To Leinster I'd go to win a woman's love And she with two thousand in her own herd The earl's own daughter fair would have me in her snare It is dark Moll alone who holds me When the branch, it withers, its fruit no longer grows As it will on the younger trees blooming Oh my dark one so lovely, I've given all mo chroi I send farewell to thee for always