Rent all her robe, and wrung
Which is the bliss of solitude;
When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain,
And I hold within my hand
Bright-fire-like barberries,
Widow and Saxon maid,
Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
Then flung the emptied rinds away
Held water to her lips, and cooled her face
That goblin cry,
Rent all her robe, and wrung
Which is the bliss of solitude;
When the whirlwind has stripped every leaf on the mountain,
And I hold within my hand
Bright-fire-like barberries,
Widow and Saxon maid,
Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
Then flung the emptied rinds away
Held water to her lips, and cooled her face
That goblin cry,