An Páistín Fionn

Track 5 (Traditional, Arranged Niamh Parsons and Graham Dunne

Mo Pháistín Fionn is my heart’s delight,
Her heart shines out through her two eyes so bright,
And the bloom of the apple in her cheeks so bright,
And her neck like the swan on a March morn bright.

Is tusa mo rún, mo rún, mo rún,
Is tusa mo rún is mo ghrá gheal,

You are my delight and my comfort all night,
And I’d wrap you up tight in my arms.

O love of my heart my fair páistín,
Your lips are as red as the roses sheen,
But mine have touched no other I wheen,
Than the glass that I drank to the health of my queen.

Were I in the town where sports prevail,
Between two barrels of sweet brown ale,
And my fond páistín upon my knee,
’Tis I would sing to her pleasantly.

Nine nights I have lain in sorrow and pain,
Beneath your window love under the rain,
Thinking of you my love once again,
That some whisper or thought might awaken you.

Kind friends and neighbours they say I’d go,
From all of the prettiest girls that I know,
But from you my dear o never o no!
’Til I lie in a coffin stretched cold and low.