'Where am I from?' From the green hills of Erin. 'Have I no song then?' My songs are all sung. 'What o' my love?' 'Tis alone I am farin'. Old grows my heart, an' my voice yet is young. 'If she was tall?' Like a king's own daughter. 'If she was fair?' Like a mornin' o' May. When she'd come laughin' 'twas the runnin' wather, When she'd come blushin' 'twas the break o' day. 'Where did she dwell?' Where one'st I had my dwellin'. 'Who loved her best?' There's no one now will know. 'Where is she gone?' Och, why would I be tellin'! Where she is gone there I can never go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES HYMN FOR EPIPHANY by REGINALD HEBER LINCOLN by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE MERRY SUMMER MONTHS by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL LUKE HAVERGAL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN |