(Deoir, Deoir, O Dheora Shearbh)

Air — Theme of a PIOBROCH.

I.

Tears, tears! O bitter tears,
Sorrows welling in my heart.
Long, lone, forsaken years,
I delay that should depart.
Dark the hours that know no dreaming —
Darker far the eyes once gleaming —
Shadows now where day was beaming:
Come O night, I wait for thee!

II.

Ochoin, ochoin, O chridh!
Golden day in splendour bright —
Green wood and fairy lea —
O the love that gave the light!
Now no more the things of pleasure —
Death has broken fortune's measure —
Dark the dream my heart did treasure:
Come O night, my shelter be!