Of Ireland
My views hold their own
A girl
Hair as black as night
Shining in the fading evening sun
Deep chestnut eyes
All knowing
Pale cheeks
Growing darker
With each compliment
Given
Lavish her
With gold
And jewels
Cherish each moment
Given by her
To whom you choose
Or thy own
Bagpipes playing
Ears bursting
Let tears not stream down the faces
Defile not with violence
The faces which beauty has
Lavished over past years