Am I the slave they say, Soggarth aroon? Since you did show the way, Soggarth aroon, Their slave no more to be, While they would work with me Old Ireland's slavery, Soggarth aroon. Why not her poorest man, Soggarth aroon, Try and do all he can, Soggarth aroon, Her commands to fulfil Of his own heart and will, Side by side with you still, Soggarth aroon? Loyal and brave to you, Soggarth aroon, Yet not slave to you, Soggarth aroon, Nor, out of fear to you, Stand up so near to you -- Och! out of fear to you, Soggarth aroon! Who in the winter's night Soggarth, aroon, When the cold blasts did bite, Soggarth aroon, Came to my cabin door, And on my earthen-floor Knelt by me, sick and poor, Soggarth aroon? Who, on the marriage day, Soggarth aroon, Made the poor cabin gay, Soggarth aroon, And did both laugh and sing, Making our hearts to ring At the poor christening, Soggarth aroon? Who, as friends only met, Soggarth aroon, Never did flout me yet, Soggarth aroon; And when my heart was dim, Gave, while his eye did brim What I should give to him, Soggarth aroon? Och! you, and only you, Soggarth aroon! And for this I was true to you, Soggarth aroon! Our love they'll never shake, When for ould Ireland's sake We a true part did take, Soggarth aroon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRESCIENCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 54. AL-KAWI by EDWIN ARNOLD IN THE DEEP WHITE SNOW by ANNE ATWOOD PENETRALIA by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW THE LITTLE OLD WOMEN by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PRODIGAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MONK AND THE PEASANT by MARGARET E. BRUNER |