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The Collected Works in Verse and Prose of William Butler Yeats. Volume 3 of 8. The Countess Cathleen. The Land of Heart's Desire. The Unicorn from the Stars
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First Musician
They are gone:
They are gone; the proud may lie by the proud.
Second Musician
Though we are bidden to sing, cry nothing loud.
First Musician
They are gone, they are gone.
Second Musician
Whispering were enough.
First Musician
Into the secret wilderness of their love.
Second Musician
A high grey cairn.
What more is to be said?
First Musician
Eagles have gone into their cloudy bed.
SHADOWY WATERS
SHADOWY WATERS
Arthur Darley
Sailors. And I! And I! And I!
Dectora. Protect me now, gods, that my people swear by.
Dectora. I will end all your magic on the instant.[3 - The Violinist should time the music so as to finish when Aibric says “For everything is gone”.]
This sword is to lie beside him in the grave.
It was in all his battles.
I will spread my hair, and wring my hands, and wail him bitterly,
For I have heard that he was proud and laughing, blue-eyed, and a quick runner on bare feet,
And that he died a thousand years ago.
O! O! O!
But no, that is not it.
I knew him well, and while I heard him laughing they killed him at my feet.
O! O! O! O!
For golden-armed Iollan that I loved.
Forgael. Have buried nothing by my golden arms.
Forgael. And knitted mesh to mesh we grow immortal.
THE UNICORN FROM THE STARS “The Airy Bachelor.”
THE UNICORN FROM THE STARS
IRISH TRADITIONAL AIRS
“The Airy Bachelor.”
Oh come all ye airy bachelors,
come listen unto me.
A sergeant caught mefowling,
and he fired his gun so free.
His comrades came to his relief,
And I was soon trapanned..
And bound up like a wood-cock
That had fallen into their hands.
THE UNICORN FROM THE STARS “Johnnie Gibbons.”
“Johnnie Gibbons.”
1
Oh Johnnie Gibbons my five hundred healths to you,
Its long you’re away from us over the sea.
2
Oh Johnnie Gibbons its you were the prop to us,
You to have left us, we’re fools put astray.
THE UNICORN FROM THE STARS “The Lion shall lose his strength.”
“The Lion shall lose his strength.”
Oh the Lion shall lose his strength,
And the bracket thistle pine.
And the harp shall sound sweet, sweet at length
Between the eight and nine.
THE HOUR-GLASS
THE HOUR-GLASS
TRADITIONAL ARAN AIR
I was going the road one day.
