If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . blood is half and I begin tothink my heart is all Irish. My father was a north ofIreland man. I knew it, he said, with a smile of satisfactionlighting his withered face. And then the gallantry of hisrace could no longer be suppressed. I knew it. Yerblue eyes are homesick, an the smudge underneath thimis the mournin theyre wearin for Ireland. Wor ye bornin the auld country ? No ? Oah, Erin is quane iv theworld! He drew himself up, erect and soldierlike. Poor, sad-eyed queen! The single emerald in youriron crown outshines, in such fo
If Tam O'Shanter'd had a wheel, and other poems and sketches . blood is half and I begin tothink my heart is all Irish. My father was a north ofIreland man. I knew it, he said, with a smile of satisfactionlighting his withered face. And then the gallantry of hisrace could no longer be suppressed. I knew it. Yerblue eyes are homesick, an the smudge underneath thimis the mournin theyre wearin for Ireland. Wor ye bornin the auld country ? No ? Oah, Erin is quane iv theworld! He drew himself up, erect and soldierlike. Poor, sad-eyed queen! The single emerald in youriron crown outshines, in such fond eyes, the blazing coro-nets of all the earth; and your throne rests onthe quivering hearts of such devoted sons. The old man still lingered by my side,but he was silent for a long time. A rem-iniscent look settled upon his features, andwhen at last he spoke his voice was strangelygrave and tender. Ive been watchin ye for a half hourpast, he said; watchin yer Irish eyes andsmile; an yer face takes me back acrossthe says an across the years, for it is like. 54 IF TAM OSHANTER D HAD A WHEEL.
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