I PLACED the silver in her palm By Inny's smiling tide, And vowed, ere summer time came on, To claim her as a bride. But when the summer time came on I dwelt beyond the sea; Yet still my heart is ever true To Gracie og machree. O bonnie are the woods of Targ, And green thy hills, Rathmore, And soft the sunlight ever falls On Darre's sloping shore; And there the eyes I love -- in tears Shine ever mournfully, While I am far, and far away From Gracie og machree. When battle steeds were neighing loud, With bright blades in the air, Next to my inmost heart I wore A bright tress of her hair. When stirrup-cups were lifted up To lips, with soldier glee One toast I always fondly pledged, 'Twas Gracie og machree. Oh! I may never, never clasp Again, her lily hand, And I may find a soldier's grave Upon a foreign strand; But when the heart pulse beats the last, And death takes hold of me, One word shall part my dying lips, Thy name, astor machree. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LONG WHITE SEAM by JEAN INGELOW IDYLLS OF THE KING: THE COMING OF ARTHUR by ALFRED TENNYSON MEASUREMENTS by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON ECHOES OF SPRING: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND ECHOES OF SPRING: 5 by MATHILDE BLIND HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 7 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |