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I Shall Not Die for Thee
Translation of a West Irish song
OR thee, I shall not die,
Woman of high fame and name;
Foolish men thou mayest slay.
I and they are not the same.
Why should I expire
For the fire of an eye,
Slender waist or swan-like limb,
Is't for them that I should die?
The round breasts, teh fresh skin,
Cheeks crimson, hair so long and rich;
Indeed, indeed, I shall not die,
Please God, not I, for any such.
The golden hair, the forehead thin,
The chaste mien, the gracious ease,
The rounded heel, the languid tone, --
Fools alone find death from these.
Thy sharp wit, thy perfect calm,
Thy thin palm, like foam o' the sea;
Thy white neck, thy blue eye,
I shall not die for thee.
Woman, graceful as the swan,
A wise man did nurture me.
Little palm, white neck, bright eye,
I shall not die for ye.
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