THE ELLEREE.[7]
Reading edition
THE ELLEREE.[7]
A SONG OF SECOND SIGHT.
Elleree! O Elleree! Seeing what none else may see, Dost thou see the man in grey? Dost thou hear the night hounds bay? Elleree! O Elleree! Seventh son of seventh son, All thy thread of life is spun, Thy little race is nearly run, And death awaits for thee! Elleree! O Elleree! Coronach shall wail for thee; Get thee shrived and get thee blest, Get thee ready for thy rest, Elleree! O Elleree! That thou owest quickly give, What thou ownest thou must leave, And those thou lovest best shall grieve, But all in vain for thee!
"Bodach Glas!"[8] the chieftain said, "All my debts but one are paid, All I love have long been dead, All my hopes on Heaven are stay'd, Death to me can bring no dole;" Thus the Elleree replied;— But with ebbing of the tide As sinks the setting sun he died;— May Christ receive his soul!
