The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves ... Second Edition |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
| I. |
| II. |
| III. |
| IV. |
| V. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
MY HEART'S IN INNISHOWEN |
|
|
|
|
 | The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves |  |
MY HEART'S IN INNISHOWEN
The blackbird he was piping loud
From off the lilac tree,
And there was not a single cloud
In all the North Countree.
When down there stepped a bonny bride,
Still sweeter than the Spring;
And at Greencastle Ferryside
'Twas thus I heard her sing:
From off the lilac tree,
And there was not a single cloud
In all the North Countree.
When down there stepped a bonny bride,
Still sweeter than the Spring;
And at Greencastle Ferryside
'Twas thus I heard her sing:
108
“Oh, Magilligan 's a pretty place,
And that full well is known;
Yet I am going to leave you all
And live in Innishowen;
Where every maid goes neat and trig,
Whatever her degree.
For of all the parts of Ireland
Sweet Innishowen for me!
And that full well is known;
Yet I am going to leave you all
And live in Innishowen;
Where every maid goes neat and trig,
Whatever her degree.
For of all the parts of Ireland
Sweet Innishowen for me!
“And if you ask why I've forsook
My lovely native strand,
Then at my left third finger look
And you will understand.
For sure a maid must follow him
Whose ring's upon it shown;
So though my eyes for you are dim,
My heart's in Innishowen!”
My lovely native strand,
Then at my left third finger look
And you will understand.
For sure a maid must follow him
Whose ring's upon it shown;
So though my eyes for you are dim,
My heart's in Innishowen!”
| The Irish Poems of Alfred Perceval Graves | |