A NORTHERN LOVE-SONG

Brigidin Ban of the lint-white locks,

What was it gave you that flaxen hair,

Long as the summer heath in the rocks?

What was it gave you those eyes of fire,

Lip so waxen and cheek so wan?

Tell me, tell me, Brigidin Ban,

Little white bride of my heart's desire.

Was it the Good People stole you away,

Little white changeling, Brigidin Ban?

Carried you off in the ring of the dawn,

Laid like a queen on her purple car,

Carried you back‘ twixt the night and the day;

Gave you that fortune of flaxen hair,

Gave you those eyes of wandering fire,

Lit at the wheel of the southern star;

Gave you that look so far away,

Lip so waxen and cheek so wan?

Tell me, tell me, Brigidin Ban,

Little white bride of my heart's desire.