Kilkenny – The Strawberry Tree


My Love’s An Arbutus Tree (Strawberry Tree)

by Charles Villiers Stanford



My love’s an arbutus

By the borders of Lene,

So slender and shapely

In her girdle of green.

And I measure the pleasure

Of her eyes’ sapphire sheen

By the blue skies that sparkle

Through the soft branching screen.

But though ruddy the berry

And snowy the flower

That brighten together

The arbutus bower,

Perfuming and blooming

Through sunshine and shower,

Give me her bright lips

And her laugh’s pearly dower.

Alas, fruit and blossom

Shall lie dead on the lea,

And Time’s jealous fingers

Dim your young charms, Machree.

But unranging, unchanging,

You’ll still cling to me,

Like the evergreen leaf

To the arbutus tree.

My love’s an arbutus

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