Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE HILLS OF SWEET TIPPERARY, by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE Poet's Biography First Line: O mary dear, 'tis long ago Last Line: The hills of sweet tipperary. Subject(s): Tipperary, Ireland | ||||||||
O MARY dear, 't is long ago Since hand in hand together We sat in pleasant Rossaroe, Amidst the blooming heather; Your eyes were like the lustre shed By heaven so blue and airy, Your cheeks were like the roses red Mid green hills of Tipperary. O, the hills, the hills so green, The hills so high and airy, May heaven shine o'er them ever sheen, The hills of sweet Tipperary. We sat while evening's light illumed Comailthe's stately mountain, Where heather bells and gorse flowers bloomed Round old St. Brendan's fountain; The redbreast's song, the thrush's lay, Like strains from haunts of faery, Our vespers for the closing day Mid green hills of Tipperary. O, the hills, etc. The bubbling well, the ruined cairn Where slept some warrior olden, The foxglove, heath, and waving fern, And gorse flowers gay and golden: The sunlit tree, with shattered arm, That eve, true love unchary Cast o'er them all some magic charm, Mid green hills of Tipperary. O, the hills, etc. What vows in that sweet spot we made Of true love, fond and tender, Nor dreamed that joy could falsely fade, Like that gay sunset's splendor; Nor thought death's gloom and misery Our happiness could vary, So blindly rapt in love were we, Mid green hills of Tipperary. O, the hills, etc. What hopes were doomed, what fortunes fell, Since you and I together Sat by St. Brendan's sunlit well, Amidst the blooming heather! I wander far from Rossaroe, No longer blithe and airy, And on your grave the shamrocks grow, Mid green hills of Tipperary. O, the hills, the hills so green, The hills so high and airy, May heaven shine o'er them ever sheen, The hills of sweet Tipperary. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TIPPERARY: 3. AS THE INTERLINEARS MIGHT TAKE IT FROM XENOPHON by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TIPPERARY: 4. BY OUR OWN A. E. HOUSMAN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TIPPERARY: 5. BY OUR OWN EUGENE FIELD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS TIPPERARY by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS CROSSING THE BLACKWATER by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE FINNEEN O'DRISCOLL THE ROVER by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE KILCOLEMAN CASTLE by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE MAIRGREAD BAN (FAIR-HAIRED MARGARET) by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE |
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