SHOW me a sight, Bates for delight An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it. Oh no! Nothing you'll show Aquals her sittin' an' takin' a whirl at it. Look at her there -- Night in her hair, The blue ray of day from her eye laughin' out on us! Faix, an' a foot, Perfect of cut, Peepin' to put an end to all doubt in us. That there's a sight Bates for delight An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it -- Oh no! Nothin' you'll show Aquals her sittin' an' takin' a twirl at it. See! the lamb's wool Turns course an' dull By them soft, beautiful weeshy white hands of her. Down goes her heel. Roun' runs the wheel, Purrin' wid pleasure to take the commands of her. Then show me a sight Bates for delight An ould Irish wheel wid a young Irish girl at it. Oh no! Nothin' you'll show Aquals her sittin' an' takin' a twirl at it. Talk of Three Fates, Seated on sates, Spinnin' and shearin' away till they've done for me! You may want three For your massacree, But one Fate for me, boys -- and only the one for me! And isn't that fate Pictured complate -- An ould Irish wheel with a young Irish girl at it? Oh no! Nothin' you'll show Aquals her sittin' and takin' a twirl at it. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DISCOVERY; SONNET by JOHN COLLINGS SQUIRE A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE PEACE QUATRAIN by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN ASPIRATIONS: 2 by MATHILDE BLIND LITTLEHOLME; FOR J.S. AND A.W.S. by GORDON BOTTOMLEY CHRISTMAS SONG OF THE POOR MAN by ELIZA COOK |