THE green grass av owld Ireland! Whilst I be far away, All fresh an' clean an' jewel-green It's growin' there to-day. Oh, it's cleaner, greener growin' -- All the grassy worrld around, It's greener yet nor any grass That grows on top o' ground! The green grass av owld Ireland, Indade, an' balm 't'ud be To eyes like mine that drip wid brine As salty as the sea! For still the more I'm stoppin' here, The more I'm sore to see The glory av the green grass av owld Ireland. Ten years ye've paid my airnin's -- I've the l'avin's on the shelf, Though I be here widout a queen An' own meself meself: I'm comin' over steerage, But I'm goin' back firrst-class, Patrollin' av the foremost deck For first sight av the grass. God bless yez, free Ameriky! I love yez, dock an' shore! I kem to yez in poverty That's worstin' me no more But most I'm lovin' Erin yet, Wid all her graves, d'ye see, By reason av the green grass av owld Ireland. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS CUPID MISTAKEN by MATTHEW PRIOR SONNET: THE RARITY OF GENIUS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE WOLD WAGGON by WILLIAM BARNES CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: APOLOGY TO CLEO by WILLIAM BASSE |