"Ay so, a wee house, An' three acres av green; A cow for to milk, An' the farm av Crausheen! There' peat in her stack, There' hay in her shed;— Ay, a pony an' cart, An' a welcome to wed!" "No acres av green, Nor farm av Crausheen, 'Ill ever, I'm thinkin', Make wed yer Paudeen!" "I've ne'er a wee house, Nor three acres av green; No cow for to milk, Nor a farm like Crausheen!" "If sorra a sod, A wisp, or a cow, Troth, there's goold in the coils That's a twinin' yer brow! We'll pace the boreen, An' covet Crausheen." "'Tis love ye'll be weddin', I doubt, my Paudeen!" "There' ne'er a wee house Och the day on Crausheen— 'Tis trains I hear tell Winds along the boreen! There' goold in our Bank, There' stock an' there' share;— Ay, an' linger av goold In the dusk av yer hair! Three acres av green— Wee house av Crausheen! 'Tis mistin' we see them From Broadway—Maureen!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONSECRATION HYMN by FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERGAL SWITZERLAND AND ITALY by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES TO MISS F. B. ON ASKING FOR MRS. BARBAULD'S LOVE AND TIME by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 19. 'WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WAS 'FAR AWAY,' I WAS DREAMING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |