Ireland Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCB DEDE FGEG HIHI DJDJDKDL CMCMAIAI CNCN COCO DBDPQRQI

Thou green isle of sorrows I think of thee dailyA
And sad are the thoughts that come into my brainB
When here to my home o'er the wide rolling oceanC
Is wafted the news of thy trouble and painB
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Oh Erin I love thee in spite of thine errorsD
And now for thee Erin my heart is forlornE
Disturb'd as thou art by such various terrorsD
Thou beautiful isle where my kindred were bornE
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E'en now in my thoughts I can climb thy steep mountainsF
Or roam through thy valleys where green shamrocks growG
Or over thy meadows where hedges of hawthornE
Stand gracefully clipp'd an impassable rowG
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And I see the thatch'd cottage where often the strangerH
With kind word of welcome is met at the doorI
The castle or tow'r a shelter from dangerH
When foemen invaded thy sea beaten shoreI
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Oh Erin I roam in my thoughts by thy riversD
I stand by thy lakes in delight at the viewJ
And ever I pray for the time that deliversD
This nation from strife and from misery tooJ
From Shannon's green banks unto Erne's limpid watersD
I've travell'd in thought while this was my pray'rK
That sons of Fermanagh and Limerick's daughtersD
Should join in a union of loyalty thereL
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For what loyal maid from the banks of the ShannonC
Or what Irish lad from the slopes of the BannM
Would not dread the day when the boom of the cannonC
Should speak of destruction and death from the vanM
And what loyal son of old Ireland's gloryA
From Cork's cove of beauty to Foyle's distant shoreI
Would not mourn the day when cold lifeless and goryA
Brave forms downfallen should rise never moreI
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And who would not hail throughout Erin's dominionC
The time when Religion's bright form should ariseN
And sail o'er the land with her blest healing pinionC
And bring to all hearts the truth in one guiseN
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And then in his home afar o'er the oceanC
Or by the turf fire upon Erin's old sodO
Each Irishman kneeling in humble devotionC
Would love all his brothers while praying to GodO
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Oh Erin mavourneen Let Love's joyous fingersD
Strike out from your harps one glad resonant strainB
And if one discordant harsh jarring note lingersD
Oh strike for your country together againP
And then when your hands and your hearts are unitedQ
When you kneel at one shrine when you bow to one lawR
With a sea of glad brightness your isle shall be lightedQ
While thunders the chorus of Erin go braghI

Thomas Frederick Young



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