“MONA MACHREE”

Mona Machree! och, the sootherin’ flow of it,

Soft as the sea,

Yet, in-under the mild, moves the wild undertow of it

Tuggin’ at me,

Until both the head and the heart o’ me's fightin’

For breath, nigh a death all so grandly invitin’

That — barrin’ your own livin’ yet — I'd delight in,

Drowned in the deeps of this billowy song to you

Sung by a lover your beauty has banned,

Not alone from your love but his dear native land,

Whilst the kiss of his lips, and touch of his hand,

And his song — all belong to you,

Mona Machree!

WILLIAM McKINLEY