Montreal Daily Star, 17 March 1911, page 8

Poem in Honour of St Patrick’s Day

Savoureen Deelish

Oh! The moment was sad when my love and I parted

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen age!

As I kiss’d off her tears I was nigh broken-hearted

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen age!

Wan was her cheek, which hung on my shoulder,

Damp was her hand, no marble was colder;

I felt that again I should never behold her,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

When the word of command put our nish into motion,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

I buckled on my knapsack to cross the wide ocean,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

Biskwere our troops, all roaring like thunder,

Pleas’d with the voyage, impatient for plunder,

My bosom with grief was almost torn asunder,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

Long I fought for my country, far, far, from my true love

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

All my pay and my booty, I hoarded for you! Love,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

Peace was proclaim’d, escap’d from the slaughter,

Landed at home, my sweet girl, I sought her,

But sorrow, alas, to the gold grave had brought her,

Savoureen Deelish, Eileen oge!

George Coleman Jr

 

 

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