More of Cloyne

Little sister, whom the Fay

Hides away within his doon,

Deep below you tufted fern

Oh, list and learn my magic tune.

Long ago, when snared like thee

By the Shee, my harp and I

O'er them wove the slumber spell,

Warbling well its lullaby.

Till with dreamy smiles they sank,

Rank on rank, before the strain;

Then I rose from out the rath

And found my path to earth again.

Little sister, to my woe

Hid below among the Shee,

List and learn my magic tune,

That it full soon

May succour thee.