Greenish

A down by the Glenside I met and old woman, A plucking young nettles nor saw I was coming, I listened awhile to the song she was humming, Glory O, Glory O, to the Bold Fenian Men. ‘Tis fifty long...

Down by the Sally Gardens my love and I did meet She passed the Sally Gardens with little snow-white feet She bid me‘ take love easy as the leaves grow on the tree But I being young and foolish with...

I stood still and was a tree amid the wood Knowing the truth of things unseen before The black rain stained my greenish lung The toxic waste I sucked in, All my arms were getting numb. I lay down and...