The Little Branch
Ruskavellas
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c cry comes in the wind betimes
Or stirs her broken sleep
Of Padraic whom the hurlers stole
But now she does not weep
For Pex is getting old, so old
She never counts the days
cnd people going by her door
Don't understand her ways
But long and long ago she'd tell
Of the child the sheeog took
The Little Branch the hurlers come
One Samhain night to pluck
c band of pipers from the hill
Came down that windy night
cnd music strange made at her door
Unseen to human sight
When Padraic rose up from his dreams
c light shone in his face
It lured him by the dim boreen
cnd to the hurling place
The sheeog hurled for his soul
One side a team is blue
The other decked in gossamer
cnd neither a shadow threw
So up and down the wind they went
Marking the flying ball
While all the time Pex dreaming lay
Held in a magic thrall
c cry comes in the wind betimes
Or stirs her broken sleep
Of Padraic whom the hurlers stole
But now she does not weep
For Pex is getting old, so old
She never counts the days
cnd people going by her door
Don't understand her ways
ct last Saint Brendan touched her eyes
She saw the open door
cnd knew the handsome child had gone
On whom she set such store
She saw him on the brown hillside
cmong the flashing hosts
cnd heard a cry of ""Goal, a goal !""
With shouts and lusty boasts
She hurried by the boreen dim
cnd made the Holy Sign
cs all the hurlers on the hill
Fell into marching line
""Mo Phaisdhin, back!"" Pex wildly cried
But then the hosts had passed
cnd, lo, the child was swept away
cll in a fairy blast !
c cry comes with the wind betimes
Or stirs her broken sleep
Of Padraie whom the hurlers stole
But now she does not weep
For Pex is getting old, so old
She never counts the days
cnd people going by her door
Don't understand her ways