Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, ST. PATRICK'S DAY, by BENJAMIN FRANKLIN KING


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ST. PATRICK'S DAY, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Mavourneen, swate isle
Last Line: "I'm praisin' st. Patrick an' ""wearin' the green."
Alternate Author Name(s): King, Ben
Subject(s): St. Patrick's Day


MAVOURNEEN, swate Isle,
I am lonely widout thee,
I sigh for your hills an' your calm sky so blue;
Shure I niver had cause
One shmall moment to doubt thee,
An' whin I'm not thinkin' I'm dhreamin' of you.

CHORUS.
So lads, whin I call ye's,
Come sing your "Come all Ye's,"
Ah! here's to ould Ireland, byes, ivery toime:
Och, coleens, be aisy,
Your dhrivin' me crazy,
What day of our counthry is one half so foine?

St. Patrick's the day, shure,
It was in the mornin',
An' oh! how it graved me, Mavourneen, to part;
But I left ye's, as I
Left me mother, a-mournin'
An' kissin' the shamrock she placed near me heart.
I'm sorry I left ye's
To cross the deep wather,
For the game that I've played wid misfortune's a draw;
But don't ye be ailin',
I'll soon be a-sailin'
Away to the Isle of swate "Erin go Bragh."

Then lend me the harp
And I'll wake "Tipperary,"
Sing "By Killarney" wid "Noreen Maureen";
The shamrock I'm pressin',
An' while I'm confessin'
I'm praisin' St. Patrick an' "wearin' the green."





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