Ay, we laughed among the goolden gorse— Jist two childer on the brae— An' set wee fairy grasses noddin' To the gulls fernenst the bay; Ay, I mind the quare big house beyont, An' I mind the ould boreen; Och! the sun kep' chasin' through the corn, An' it trailed along the green, Ay, troth—@3machree!@1 But 'tis like there's corn jist stiff in stooks, An' a drizzlin' mist the day; Troth an' ne'er a shine av goold forby, 'Mong the bracken on the brae! Ay, I mind the quare big house beyont, But I mind the wee wan best;— Och 'twas wind sighed lonesome in the corn, When we laid you down to rest @3Machree—machree!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON THE SOUL by PUBLIUS AELIUS HADRIANUS PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY A SONG OF APPLE-GATHERING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY DRIFTWOOD by DAISY DEAN BUTLER |