"O, it was out by Donnycarney"
di James Joyce (1882-1941)

O, it was out by Donnycarney
When the bat flew from tree to tree
My love and I did walk together;
And sweet were the words she said to me.

Along with us the summer wind
Went murmuring - O, happily! -
But softer than the breath of summer
Was the kiss she gave to me.