ON the heights of Crocknaharna, (Oh, the lure of Crocknaharna) On a morning fair and early Of a dear remembered May, There I heard a colleen singing In the brown rocks and the grey. She, the pearl of Crocknaharna, Crocknaharna, Crocknaharna, Wild with girls is Crocknaharna Twenty hundred miles away. On the heights of Crocknaharna, (Oh, thy sorrow Crocknaharna) On an evening dim and misty Of a cold November day, There I heard a woman weeping In the brown rocks and the grey. Oh, the pearl of Crocknaharna (Crocknaharna, Crocknaharna), Black with grief is Crocknaharna Twenty hundred miles away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ADDRESS TO A HAGGIS by ROBERT BURNS BUNKER HILL by GEORGE HENRY CALVERT BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE LAST TOURNAMENT by ALFRED TENNYSON THE STAR OF BETHLEHEM by HENRY KIRKE WHITE THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |