Show SL patricks day memories by DENIS A MCCARTHY from h s volume of poetry voices of erin here in the strangers city the winds blow bitter and keen but over the sea in ireland now I 1 know that the fields arc green I 1 know that the fields are green and the snow from the hills has melted away and the blackbird sings an the shamrock springs on dear at patrick day I 1 I 1 know that the bells are bingin ri ngin from many a belfry quaint in n any a chapel the tells the glory of ireland s saint from many a cabin lowly and poor from many a mansion gay the strains arise to the list nine skies of sweet st patrick s day I 1 know that the boys are fathered ea outside on the village green where many a feat of stalwart strength enl yens the sunlit scene and who would be blaming an irish youth for letting his glances stray to the cains dressed in their sunday best on dear st patrick s day here in the strangers city are fortune and fame galore the poor man a son may win if he will A measure of golden store but ever when springtime comes again I 1 wish I 1 were far away where the suir flows and the shamrock grows on dear st patricks day 1 |