John K. Casey

Gracie Og Machree.

(Song of the "Wild Geese.")

                    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.