The Green O' the Spring

Sure, after all the Winter,

An' after all the snow,

'T is fine to see the sunshine,

"T is fine to see its glow,

'T is fine to see the buds break,

On boughs that bare have been

But best of all to Irish eyes

'T is grand to see the green!

Sure, after all the winter,

An' after all the snow,

'T is fine to hear the brooks sing

As on the way they go;

'T is fine to hear at mornin'

The voice of robineen,

But of all to Irish eyes

'T is grand to see the green!

Sure, here in grim New England

The spring is always slow,

An' every bit o' green grass

Is kilt wid frost and snow;

Ah, many a heart is weary

The winter days, I ween

But oh, the joy when springtime comes

An' brings the blessed green!

Denis A. McCarthy