'Where am I from?' From the green hills of Erin. 'Have I no song then?' My songs are all sung. 'What o' my love?' 'Tis alone I am farin'. Old grows my heart, an' my voice yet is young. 'If she was tall?' Like a king's own daughter. 'If she was fair?' Like a mornin' o' May. When she'd come laughin' 'twas the runnin' wather, When she'd come blushin' 'twas the break o' day. 'Where did she dwell?' Where one'st I had my dwellin'. 'Who loved her best?' There's no one now will know. 'Where is she gone?' Och, why would I be tellin'! Where she is gone there I can never go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEEDS OF VALOR AT SANTIAGO by CLINTON SCOLLARD A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING by JONATHAN SWIFT LET ME FORGET by OMA CARLYLE ANDERSON THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): HYLAS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS MAY 30, 1893 by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS A VOYAGE TO CYTHERA by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE MISTLETOE BOUGH by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY |