| Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922. |
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| 69. The Green Hunters |
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| By Florence M. Wilson |
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| THE Green Hunters went ridin’; | |
| They swept down the night | |
| Through hollows of shadow | |
| An’ pools of moonlight; | |
| Their steeds’ shoes of soft silver, | 5 |
| They blew ne’er a horn, | |
| But trampled a highway | |
| Among the ripe corn. | |
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| I looked from the half-door, | |
| They never saw me, | 10 |
| For each one kept wavin’ | |
| A slip of a tree; | |
| ’Twas black as the yewan, | |
| An’ whiter than may. | |
| An’ red as the sally | 15 |
| That goes the wind’s way. | |
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| The Green Hunter came ridin’ | |
| Back to Gore Wood; | |
| Though they heard my lips movin’, | |
| I stood where I stood. | 20 |
| Oh, what do they call him | |
| The one rode behind? | |
| For my heart’s in his holdin’, | |
| My mind in his mind. | |
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