The Embers | Page 3

Gilbert Parker
boat you used to row
To the shore beyond that's quiet--will you
come back
home?
Will you come back, darlin'? Never heed the pain and
blightin',
Never trouble that you're wounded, that you bear the
scars of fightin';
Here's the luck o' Heaven to you,
Here's the hand of love will brew
you
The cup of peace--ah, darlin', will you come
back
home?
MARY CALLAGHAN AND ME
It was as fine a churchful as you ever clapt an eye on;
Oh, the bells was ringin' gaily, and the

sun was shinin'
free;
There was singers, there was clargy--"Bless
ye both,"
says Father Tryon--
They was weddin' Mary Callaghan and me.
There was gatherin' of women, there was hush upon the
stairway,
There was whisperin' and smilin', but it was no place
for me;
A little ship was comin' into harbour through the fairway
- -
It belongs to Mary Callaghan and me.
Shure, the longest day has endin', and the wildest storm
has fallin'--
There's a young gossoon in yander, and he sits upon
my knee;
There's a churchful for the christenin'--do you hear
the imp a-callin'?
He's the pride of Mary Callaghan and
me.
KILDARE
He's the man that killed Black Care,
He's the pride of all Kildare;
Shure the devil takes his hat off whin
he comes:
'Tis the clargy bow before him,
'Tis the women they adore him,
And the Lord Lieutenant orders out the
drums--
For his hangin', all the drums,
All the drums!
YOU'LL TRAVEL FAR AND WIDE
You'll travel far and wide, dear, but you'll come back
again,
You'll come back to your father and your mother in

the glen,
Although we should be lyin' 'neath the heather grasses
then--
You'll be comin' back, my darlin'!
You'll see the icebergs sailin' along the wintry foam, The white hair of
the breakers, and the wild swans as
they roam;
But you'll not forget the rowan beside your father's
home
You'll be comin' back, my darlin'!
New friends will clasp your hand, dear, new faces on
you smile;
You'll bide with them and love them, but you'll long
for us the while;
For the word across the water, and the farewell by
the
stile--
For the true heart's here, my darlin'!
You'll hear the wild birds singin' beneath a brighter sky, The roof-tree
of your home, dear, it
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