night noon
Who will make the young maids flush , and the young men throw back their shoulders , from pride at your having talked to them ? _ Avourneen dherelish , mur nAlan Donn _ , our Alan ! Who will make the men of the South stand back , and you not striding through a gathering , ever , any more ? And the dealing men of Scotland will miss you , you they could never get the better of in any fair , night noon or morning . _ Peader agas Pol , Muire . Padraig agas Brighid ! _ Peter and Paul , Mary , Patrick and St. Bride , let you be coming quickly now , and take up Alan Donn Campbell from the cold sea ! ''