Ireland's Green Shore - Tim O'Brien

One evening for pleasure I rambled

On the banks of some cold purling stream

I set down on a bed of primroses

And I gently fell into a dream

I dreamt that I saw a fair female

Her equal I never saw before

And I sighed for the laws of our country

As we stray there on Ireland?

s green shore

Her cheeks were like two bloomin?

roses

Her teeth were like ivory so white

Her eyes shone like two sparkling diamonds

Or the stars on some cold frosty night

She was dressed in the richist attire

And green was the mantle she wore

All bound down with the hemlocks and the roses

As we stray there on Ireland?

s green shore

Transgression of joy I awoken

I found this was only a dream

That pretty fair female had fled me

I longed to be slumbering again

May the heavens above be her guardian

Though I know I?

ll never see her anymore

May the goldliest sunbeam shine upon her

As she lies sleeping on Ireland?

s green shore

One evening for pleasure I rambled

On the banks of some cold purling stream

I set down on a bed of primroses

And I gently fell into a dream