Young Lochinvar (1828)
“ Tho' I am no better at all. I still live in expectation, Of that charming youth I adore, I hope to my great consolation, To meet him with joy in Dunmore. Cheeks like the fair beauties blown, Your summer will soon be o'er, October winds will be blown, And blast the sweet rose of Dunmore, I found that her heart was failing, As many had done before, I hoist up my sails for Rathfriland, And gained the sweet rose of Dunmore. This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”
