Donal Og

It was late night and the dog spoke of you
The snipe spoke of you from her deep marsh
You're a lonely bird in the wood
And you will be alone till you find me

You promised me, and you said a lie to me,
That you would meet me where the sheep are flocked;
I stood and called through the night,
No one was there but bleating lambs.

You took the East and the West from me, darling
What is before and behind
You took the moon and the sun from me darling
I fear you took my very soul, my very soul

My mother bade me not speak to you
Today tomorrow or any Sunday
Too late and I beyond belief
Too late to lock the door from the thief

Now my heart's as black as the blackness of the sloe,
Blacker than the coal on the smith's forge;
Black as shoeprints in stark white halls;
You put that darkness in my life.

You took the East and the West from me, darling
What is before and behind
You took the moon and the sun from me darling
I fear you took my very soul my own poor soul my poor soul