Me Heart

      Me Heart by G.K. Chesterton

  

I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve,

And any sword or pistol boy can hit it with me leave,

It shines there for an epaulette, as golden as a flame,

As naked as me ancestors, and as noble as me name.

For I come from Castlepatrick and me heart is on me sleeve,

 But a lady stole it from me on St. Gallowglass’s Eve.

 

The folks that live in Liverpool, their heart is in their boots;

They go to hell like lambs, they do, because the hooter hoots.

Where men may not be dancin’; though the wheels may dance all day;

And men may not be smokin’; but only chimneys may.

But I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve,

But a lady stole it from me on St. Poleander’s Eve.

 

The folks that live in black Belfast, their heart is in their mouth,

They see us making murders in the meadows of the South;

They think a plough’s a rack, they do, and cattle calls are creeds

And they think we’re burnin’ witches when we’re only burnin’ weeds;

But I come from Castlepatrick, and me heart is on me sleeve,

But a lady stole it from me on St. Barnabas’s Eve.


 
 

 

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Posted on January 5, 2011, in Borrowed Rymes and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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