Faith, Tim 'as just enlisted, An' left for Dublin town; 'E 'eld 'is 'ead that airy 'E might 'ave wore a crown; 'E begged so 'ard, an' showed me A rose 'id in 'is pack, I 'ad to say I'd wed 'im Whin 'e'd be comin' back. Me 'eart ached so for Patsy I 'ad to swear the loike, An' whin I promised Terence, I'd not be slightin' Moike; I said I'd not be bound till They'd kilt a 'un or two, But they was so persuasive, What could a poor gurl do? Shure, I was mad entoirely Whin Delia took the whim -- She always was a sly thing -- To do the same by thim. The trenches won't need warmin' If they be gettin' wise, Still, isn't it wan's duty To thry an' cheer the byes? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ELEGY: TO AN OLD BEAUTY by THOMAS PARNELL A BURIAL-PLACE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PENULTIMATE PURITAN by HELEN L. BARNES THE LAST MAN: MEDITATION by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A WORLD BEYOND by NATHANIEL INGERSOLL BOWDITCH |