Two Songs , opus 1

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
[Sometime]1 too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to [time thou growest]2:
  [So long]3 as men [can]4 breathe or eyes can see,
  So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

There's a glade in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,
 There 's a green and silent glade in Aghadoe,
Where we met, my love and I, Love's fair planet in the sky,
 O'er that sweet and silent glade in Aghadoe.

There 's a glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe, Aghadoe,
 There 's a deep and secret glen in Aghadoe,
Where I hid from the eyes of the red-coats and their spies,
 That year the trouble came to Aghadoe.

O, my curse on one black heart in Aghadoe, Aghadoe,
 On Shaun Dhu, my mother's son in Aghadoe!
When your throat fries in hell's drouth, salt the flame be in your mouth,
 For the treachery you did in Aghadoe!

For they track'd me to that glen in Aghadoe, Aghadoe,
 When the price was on his head in Aghadoe:
O'er the mountain, through the wood, as I stole to him with food,
 Where in hiding lone he lay in Aghadoe.

But they never took him living in Aghadoe, Aghadoe;
 With the bullets in his heart in Aghadoe,
There he lay, the head, my breast keeps the warmth of where 'twould rest,
 Gone, to win the traitor's gold, from Aghadoe!

I walk'd to Mallow town from Aghadoe, Aghadoe,
 Brought his head from the gaol's gate to Aghadoe;
Then I cover'd him with fern, and I piled on him the cairn,
 Like an Irish King he sleeps in Aghadoe.

O, to creep into that cairn in Aghadoe, Aghadoe!
 There to rest upon his breast in Aghadoe!
Sure your dog for you could die with no truer heart than I,
 Your own love, cold on your cairn in Aghadoe.