LANTY was in love, you see, With lovely, lively Rosie Carey; But her father can't agree To give the girl to Lanty Leary. Up to fun, "Away we'll run," Says she, "my father's so contrary. Won't you follow me? Won't you follow me?" "Faith, I will!" says Lanty Leary. But her father died one day (I hear 'twas not by dhrinkin' wather); House and land and cash, they say, He left, by will, to Rose, his daughter; House and land and cash to seize, Away she cut so light and airy. "Won't you follow me? Won't you follow me?" "Faith, I will!" says Lanty Leary. Rose, herself, was taken bad; The fayver worse each day was growin'; "Lanty, dear," says she, "'tis sad, To th' other world I'm surely goin'. You can't survive my loss, I know, Nor long remain in Tipperary. Won't you follow me? Won't you follow me?" "Faith, I won't!" says Lanty Leary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR PRAYER OF THANKS by CARL SANDBURG THE TRANSIENCE OF HANDS by KAREN SWENSON DUTY SURVIVING SELF-LOVE; THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AN ANTE-BELLUM SERMON by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE GREAT FRIEND by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |