st patrick’s day messages for business

st patrick’s day messages for business Better for her to fly from love if unloved, love bites her. I am stretched on your grave Anonymous (18th Century) Translated byFrank O Connor

(This is still a popular poem and many sung versions exist.) I am stretched on your grave And would lie there forever; If your hands were in mine I’d be sure we’d not sever.

st patrick’s day messages for business

st patrick's day messages for business
st patrick’s day messages for business
st patrick's day messages for business
st patrick’s day messages for business
st patrick's day messages for business
st patrick’s day messages for business
st patrick's day messages for business
st patrick’s day messages for business
st patrick's day messages for business
st patrick’s day messages for business

My apple tree, my brightness,

‘Tis time we were together

For I smell of the earth

And am stained by the weather.

When my family think

That I’m safe in my bed

From night until morning

I am stretched at your head,

Calling out to the air

With tears hot and wild

My grief for the girl

That I loved as a child.

Do you remember

The night we were lost

In the shade of the blackthorn

And the chill of the frost?

Thanks be to Jesus

We did what was right,

And your maidenhead still

Is your pillar of light.

The priests and the friars

Approach me in dread

Because I still love you

My love and you dead,

And would still be your shelter

From rain and from storm

And with you in the cold grave

I cannot sleep warm.

Irish Love Poem

I am stretched on your grave

Sung by Kate Rusby

Exile

Anonymous (7th-12th Centuries)

Translated by Frank O’ Connor

What happier fortune can one find

Than with the girl who pleased one’s mind

To leave one’s home and friends behind

And sail on the first favouring wind?

Forgetfulness

Anonymous (13th-17th Centuries)

Translated by The Earl of Longford

If now you hate me as you say,

Can you forget so soon

How you and I, the world away,

Once lay and watched the moon?

Can you forget the day when cool

Seemed to our love the sun,

The day that we-? But I’m a fool,

Besides, that day is done.

Can you forget you stroked my hair?

Moist palm upon my brow,

Red mouth, soft breast-. You do not care.

All that’s forgotten now.

Have you forgotten too, my flower,

How often you would tell

How God ne’er made until that hour

A man you loved so well?

Can you forget your love for me,

Whom now you do detest?

But that’s all one, those times are gone.

No doubt ‘tis for the best.

If each could learn as well as I

To profit by my pain,

There’s ne’er a man beneath the sky

Would ever love again.

I shall not die

Anonymous (13th-17th Centuries)

Translated by Douglas Hyde

For thee I shall not die,

Woman high of fame and name,

Foolish men thou mayest slay,

I and they are not the same.

Why should I expire

For the fire of any eye,

Slender waist or swan, like limb,

Is’t for them that I should die?

The round breasts, the fresh skin,