When sorrow
Overwhelms my soul
Of Irish ancestry
It makes my
Clever tongue extol
The joy
Of loving Nancy;
For although she broke
My naive heart
And walked off
Fancy free;
She awoke
The deepest part
Of who
Is really me.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is so simple, and so sweet... I love it. xo
Indeed. I agree!