ECT POETRY,

Tuapeka Times, Volume II, Issue 65, 8 May 1869, Page 5

ECT POETRY,

SONG FROM ST. KILDA. (Translated from the Gaelic) |Hrue love's boat is on the deep, j Bair be the wind and calm the sea) Bj me down but I cannot sleep : ■^ ferae love's coming to me. - ; me a gown so rich and rare, the wind and calm the sea), bright to deck my hair ; love's coining to me. that gown or ribbon bright, wind and calm the sea), heart to this wild delight j Love's coming to me. comes I'll braid my hail 1 , the wind and calm the sea), and bodice new I'll wear ; love's coming to me, you so sad ? the people say, HKir be the wind and cplni the sea), Rit now they shall' see me so blithe'and gay i

My true love's coming to me

jlfany a ma' den. fair he his met,

(Fail- be the wind and calm the sea), But he cares not for them— he loves me yet j

Sly true love's coming to me. His eye is bright, his ami is strong,

(Fair be the wind and calm the sea), In the winter night long, how sweet his song !

My tmo lovii'i coming to mo. His looter M-b biown as the tangle crest,

(Fair be the wind and calm the sea), And whiter his skin than tae scii-guH'g breast :

lily true love's com jug to me The mainland is wido and rich its soil,

(Fail be the wind and calm the sea). But I'd rather live pn tliis lonely isle With my true love married to me.