Gracie Og Machree

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.