Padric sits in the garden Inundher the bright new moon, An' from his fidil coaxes A lovely, dreamy tune. Och! I love the tune he's playin' An' wisht it was for me! But I know it's for the birdeens Up in the cherry tree. Sure, iv'ry night they peep from Inundher their mother's wings Tae hear the silvery music His wee dark fidil sings; An' for them he's always playin', An' has nae a thought o' me; For if I go out he wandhers Away from the cherry tree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON O SOUTHLAND! by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |