d as a girl's;
Sing "hey" and sing "ho" for the heather!

And the path that leads up from the stile at the start
Is the path of my longing, the path of my heart;
Sing "hey" and sing "ho" for the heather!

For I know I shall find her, my fair heather-bell,
In the warm little dip at the crest of the fell,
And her smile, ah, the burden of love it will tell!
Sing "hey" and sing "ho" for the heather!

OFF CONNEMARA

Off the coast of Connemara,
Sailor, sailor, what 's the hail?
"Dip the sail to Saint Macdara--
Dip the sail!"
So we dipped it as we tripped it
Southward with the fluting gale.

Long ago did Saint Macdara
Pass beyond this mortal pale;
Yet to-day off Connemara
Deeds of godliness avail;
Where the good old saint said masses
Every sailor, as he passes,
Dips the sail.

POPPIES AT MONASTERAVEN

As clear on my mind are graven
As the carving upon a shield
The poppies at Monasteraven,
And the cottage in the field;

The glint of a thick thorn coppice
Greenly girdling all,
And the glow of the scarlet poppies
Under the cottage wall!

Just a fleeting vision
Caught as I hurried by,
A little scene elysian
Under the morning sky.

For some one a happy haven,
It thus to my heart appealed,
The poppies at Monasteraven,
And the cottage in the field.

THE GLEN OF CASTLEMAINE

Oh, the shadows they lie deep in the glen of Castlemaine,
Purple as the gulfs of sleep, gray as are the drifts of rain!
Here are eerie feet that creep when the moon is on the wane.

In the glen of Castlemaine there are eldritch tongues that call;
And the little leaves have words that will hold the heart in thrall.
In the glen of Castlemaine there 's a glamour over all.

For the fays have cast their spell o'er the glen of Castlemaine;
There is brooding wonder there, but no dream of blight or bane;
Here, if you have loved and lost, you may find your love again!

SONG

Just the sun on a slope of heather,
The long blue wind and the open sea;
All the cares of the world in tether,
And nobody there but you and me!

That 's my wish in the golden weather;
Love, you echo the wish with me?
Come, then, ho, for the slope of heather,
The long blue wind and the open sea!

KILMELCHEDOR

Far removed from strife and war
Is the shrine of Kilmelchedor