I am the smiles of Ireland
Full spirited and fine
To fill the eyes with paradise
And warm the heart like wine.
I am the songs of Ireland
A'wafting through the mist
And rising up to heaven's gate
And by the blarney kissed.
I am the dance of Ireland
All glorious to behold
Our maids to fiddle, pipe and drum
Our dancing maids of gold.
I am the bards of Ireland
With Ireland's honours heaped
From distant times my voice still heard
In Celtic mysteries steeped.
I am the brave of Ireland
Defiant cries and sharp
A'marching forth to meet the foe
With song and joyful harp.
I am the heart of Ireland
Strong spirited and free
E'er yearning to express itself
In wondrous minstrelsy.
I am the soul of Ireland
A'winging 'cross the weald
That never yet could find its rest
Nor e'er to bondage yield.
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Poet's Notes about The Poem
Comments about this poem (Ireland by edward kermode )
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