Oh to fly away were the fairies be
Were the flowers bloom and the forest tis forever green
Where beauty is all ye see
And in the day they crown the May Queen
To dance a jig
Hear the musical sounds
To taste the sweetness, ah just a swig
To fall upon the emerald grounds
Ah tis the land of me heritage that I be dreaming
Where rowan trees protect the wee
Leprechauns are seen a scheming
Just a day or three shall be me dyin’ plea
To kiss the Blarney
And listen to some too
To foot me way here and there and even to Killarney
I... just for a sweet kiss from my hearts woo...
Patricia Gale
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lassie-s-dream/
