Hie ShailaA Poem by Franc RodriguezA tribute the fair lassies of Ireland.
Hie Shaila,
Hie brash, Hie rash, Hie, hie. 'Tis a new summer that is near, When the pixies roam as rovers, Where a rainbow shone no fear, Betwixt sprack winsome clovers. Hie Shaila, Hie brash, Hie rash, Hie, hie. The fouse gorses blossom bain, Within the wind blowing forth, As the new blooms sprout fain, Along the wrought fields north. Hie Shaila, Hie brash, Hie rash, Hie, hie. In a harvest of the early morn, Within the dun reapers strode, Amidst teeming rows of corn, O'er the lee that was my abode. Hie Shaila, Hie brash, Hie rash, Hie, hie. Across the tall grass foreseen, Where culchies dwell listfully, Along corries near the boreen, Amongst the sceachs wistfully. Hie Shaila, Hie brash, Hie rash. Hie, hie. With the childer wean'd anew, Abreast the barns by the knoll, In shanties full of drops of dew, Where the pretty Colleens stroll. Hie Shaila, Hie brash, Hie rash, Hie, hie. Thus the wraiths wend free, Upon the wetlands that pry, When the moon glows glee, As the pixies straightway fly. Hie Shaila, Hie brash, Hie rash, Hie, Hie. Whither beside the heather, Is a steady owl on a bough, Amidst the brazen weather, When the greaves oft sough. Hie, Shaila, Hie brash, Hie rash, Hie, hie. 'Tis a time to slumber anon, With lullabies from mothers, Who soothe hearts thereon, Within the eyes of brothers. Hie, Shaila, Hie brash, Hie rash, Hie, hie, Across The Irish marsh. © 2016 Franc RodriguezReviews
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2 Reviews Added on June 30, 2016 Last Updated on July 1, 2016 AuthorFranc RodriguezAboutI consider myself a poet of the Romantic and Victorian epochs, and my poems are meant to allow the readers, to envision through my words such contemplation. If we only could find within the depth of o.. more..Writing
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