COME over, come over The river to me, If ye are my laddie, Bold Charlie machree. Here's Mary McPherson And Susy O'Linn. Who say ye're faint-hearted, And darena plunge in. But the dark rolling water, Though deep as the sea, I know willna scarce ye, Nor keep ye frae me; For stout is yer back, And strong is yer arm, And the heart in yer bosom Is faithful and warm. Come over, come over The river to me, If ye are my laddie, Bold Charlie machree! I see him, I see him! He's plunged in the tide, His strong arms are dashing The big waves aside. O, the dark rolling water Shoots swift as the sea, But blithe is the glance Of his bonny blue ee. And his cheeks are like roses, Twa buds on a bough; Who says ye're faint-hearted, My brave Charlie, now? Ho, ho, foaming river, Ye may roar as ye go, But ye canna bear Charlie To the dark loch below! Come over, come over The river to me, My true-hearted laddie, My Charlie machree! He's sinking, he's sinking, O, what shall I do! Strike out, Charlie, boldly, Ten strokes and ye're thro'! He's sinking, O Heaven! Ne'er fear, man, ne'er fear; I've a kiss for ye, Charlie, As soon as ye're here! He rises, I see him, -- Five strokes, Charlie, mair, -- He's shaking the wet From his bonny brown hair; He conquers the current, He gains on the sea, -- Ho, where is the swimmer Like Charlie machree? Come over the river, But once come to me, And I'll love ye forever, Dear Charlie machree! He's sinking, he's gone, -- O God! it is I, It is I, who have killed him -- Help, help! -- he must die! Help, help! -- ah, he rises, -- Strike out and ye're free! Ho, bravely done, Charlie, Once more now, for me! Now cling to the rock, Now gie us yer hand, -- Ye're safe, dearest Charlie, Ye're safe on the land! Come rest in my bosom, If there ye can sleep; I canna speak to ye, I only can weep. Ye've crossed the wild river, Ye've risked all for me, And I'll part frae ye never, Dear Charlie machree! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONLY WAITING by FRANCES LAUGHTON MACE FIDELIA: 4. THE AUTHOR'S RESOLUTION IN A SONNET by GEORGE WITHER WINTER TREE by WALTER R. ADAMS WINTER WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING DAWN ON THE HILLS (FROM A HOTEL WINDOW) by LILLIAN ATCHERSON MY GARDEN by CHAIM NACHMAN BIALIK TO L.E.L. ON THE DEATH OF FELICIA HEMANS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: A FANCY by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |