Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79.
Soggarth Aroon
By John Banim (17981842)A
Soggarth Aroon?
Since you did show the way,
Soggarth Aroon,
Their slave no more to be,
While they would work with me
Ould Ireland’s slavery,
Soggarth Aroon?
Soggarth Aroon,
Try and do all he can,
Soggarth Aroon,
Her commands to fulfil
Of his own heart and will,
Side by side with you still,
Soggarth Aroon?
Soggarth Aroon,
Yet be no slave to you,
Soggarth Aroon,—
Nor, out of fear to you—
Stand up so near to you—
Och! out of fear to you!
Soggarth Aroon!
Soggarth Aroon,
When the could blast did bite,
Soggarth Aroon,
Came to my cabin-door,
And, on my earthen flure,
Knelt by me, sick and poor,
Soggarth Aroon?
Soggarth Aroon,
Made the poor cabin gay,
Soggarth Aroon,—
And did both laugh and sing,
Making our hearts to ring,
At the poor christening,
Soggarth Aroon?
Soggarth Aroon,
Never did flout me yet,
Soggarth Aroon?
And when my hearth was dim,
Gave, while his eye did brim,
What I should give to him,
Soggarth Aroon?
Soggarth Aroon!
And for this I was true to you,
Soggarth Aroon;
In love they ’ll never shake,
When for ould Ireland’s sake,
We a true part did take,
Soggarth Aroon!