Ein traditionelles Irisches Volkslied, das ich einst von einem Reisenden von der grünen Insel hörte. Bei meinem Aufenthalt in Hunters Pride, einem Jagddorf der Chatten in Zahan Thaya, kam mir diese wunderschöne Ballade wieder in den Sinn.

(Reimer, im Jahre 82 nM)

There was a lord who lived in this town
Who had a lovely and handsome daughter
She was courted by a fine young man
Who was a servan to her father
And when her parents came to know
They swore they'd ban him from the island
The maid she swore that heart would break
Had she to part with young Matt Hyland

So straight away to her love she goes
Into his room to awake him
Saying arise my love and go away
This very night you will be taken
I overheard my parents say
Inspite of me they will transport you
So arise my love and go away
I wish to God I'd gone before you

They both sat down up on the bed
Just for the side of one half hour
And not a word by either said
As down their cheeks the tears did shower
She laid her hand up an his breast
Around his neck her arms entwined
Not a duke nor lord nor an earl I'll wed
I'll wait for you my own Matt Hyland

The lord discoursed with her daughter fair
One night alone in her chamber
Saying we'll give you leave for to bring him back
Since there's no one can win your favour
She wrote a letter then in haste
Her heart for him was still repining
They brought him back to the church they went
And made a lord of young Matt Hyland.