24 de julio de 2008

THE DEAD # 1: THE LASS OF AUGHRIM - Frank Patterson

If you'll be the lass of Aughrim,
As I am taking you mean to be,
Tell me the first token,
That passed between you and me.

O don't you remember,
That night on yon lean hill,
When we both met together,
Which I am sorry now to tell.

The rain falls on my heavy locks,
And the dew wets my skin,
My babe lies cold within my arms,
But none will let me in.

(The Dead, John Huston, 1987)