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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.

A Broken Song

Moira O’Neill (1864–1955)

WHERE am I from? From the green hills of Erin.

Have I no song then? My songs are all sung.

What o’ my love? ’Tis alone I am farin’,

Old grows my heart, an’ my voice yet is young.

If she was tall? Like a king’s own daughter.

If she was fair? Like a mornin’ o’ May.

When she’d come laughin’ ’twas the runnin’ wather,

When she’d come blushin’ ’twas the break o’ day.

Where did she dwell? Where one’st I had my dwellin’.

Who loved her best? There ’s no one now will know.

Where is she gone? Och, why would I be tellin’!

Where she is gone there I can never go.