1947<\/p>\n
IF YOU EVER GO ACROSS
\nTHE SEA TO IRELAND, THEN MAYBE
\nAT THE CLOSING OF YOUR DAY,
\nYOU WILL SIT AND WATCH THE MOON
\nRISE OVER CLADDAGH, AND SEE
\nTHE SUN GO DOWN ON GALWAY BAY.
\nJUST TO HEAR AGAIN THE RIPPLE
\nOF THE TROUT STREAM,
\nTHE WOMEN IN THE MEADOWS MAKIN\u2019 HAY.
\nAND TO SIT BESIDE A TURF-FIRE
\nIN THE CABIN, AND WATCH
\nTHE BAREFOOT GOSSOONS AT THEIR PLAY.
\nFOR THE BREEZES BLOWIN’
\nO’ER THE SEA FROM IRELAND,
\nARE PERFUMED BY THE HEATHER
\nAS THEY BLOW.
\nAND THE WOMEN IN THE UPLANDS
\nDIGGIN’ PRATIES,
\nSPEAK A LANGUAGE
\nTHAT THE STRANGERS DO NOT KNOW.
\nFOR THE STRANGERS CAME
\nAND TRIED TO TEACH US THEIR WAY.
\nTHEY SCORNED US
\nJUST FOR BEING WHAT WE ARE.
\nBUT THEY MIGHT AS WELL
\nGO CHASING AFTER MOONBEAMS,
\nOR LIGHT A PENNY CANDLE FROM A STAR.
\nAND IF THERE\u2019S GOING TO BE
\nA LIFE HERE-AFTER.
\nAND SOMEHOW I AM SURE
\nTHERE\u2019S GOING TO BE.
\nI WILL ASK MY GOD
\nTO LET ME MAKE MY HEAVEN,
\nIN THAT DEAR LAND ACROSS THE IRISH SEA.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
1947 IF YOU EVER GO ACROSS THE SEA TO IRELAND, THEN MAYBE AT THE CLOSING OF YOUR DAY, YOU WILL SIT AND WATCH THE MOON RISE OVER CLADDAGH, AND SEE THE SUN GO DOWN ON GALWAY BAY. JUST TO HEAR AGAIN THE RIPPLE OF THE TROUT STREAM, THE WOMEN IN …