the bloom of the ball

But daughter of Megan tomorrow I'm going,

On ocean to sail where the rude billows roar,

I feel my full heart with affliction o'er flowing,

For perhaps I may gaze on your beauties no more.

The daughter of Megan so lovely and blooming,

I met in Glenavonís gay glittering hall,

And high rose my heart, ambition assuming,

To dance with the damsel, the bloom of the ball.

another to remind you of the wonder of prose

by the usual.