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Show St Wrick's Day Memories g tiL By D13N13 A. MCCARTHY W ffl (From his Volume of Poetry, "Voices of Erin.") W Here in the strangers' city s The -winds blow bitter nnd keen, vL, Hut over the sea in Ireland now v7 w 1 know that the fields are flrccn : TO1 f$ I know that the fields are flrccn, and the snow SSL- fy Prom the hills has melted away, SJT UMJ And the blackbird alntfs, an' the shamrock SZg TjT spring's, Jyr V On dear St. Patrick's Day I ut2 rHj I know that the bells arc rlnfllnil From many a belfry quaint, MM In many n chapel the sagtrt tells ug 7w The fllory1 of Ireland's saint; From many a cnbln lowly and poor, t2 From many a mansion Kay, The strains arise to the list'nlntf skies A2 Of sweet " St. Patrick's Day." jY I know that the boys arc gathered f Outside on the villafle flrccn, .. u Sf Where many a feat of stalwart strcntfth y Enlivens the sunlit scene; Mte dr And who would be blaminfl an Irish youth y Iff For Icttinfl his fllances stray $P To the CAtUns dressed in their Sunday best JUT W On dear St. Patrick's Day? fw Wp Here in the strangers' city Arc fortune and fame tfalorc, JT The poor man's son may win If he will wsrf S? A measure of floldcn store; 3 FDut ever when sprlnfltimc comes again Vfi2 I wish I were far away " Sir 5? Where the Suir flows and the shamrock On dear St. Patrick's Dayl ''w |