Out by Donnycarny




My tune (with Dublin northside suburban slides) to James Joyce's poem: Donnycarney. (It was tree-rich countryside then; now it's streets, houses and footpaths).

It was out by Donnycarney,
Where the bats flew from tree to tree,
My love and I went walking,
And sweet words she said to me.

Along with us, the Summer winds
Went murmuring merrily,
But softer than the Summer's breath
Was the kiss she gave to me.