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"Mo Ghile Mear" (translated "My Gallant Darling", "My Spirited Lad" and variants) is an Irish song.The modern form of the song was composed in the early 1970s by Dónal Ó Liatháin (1934–2008), using a traditional air collected in Cúil Aodha, County Cork, and lyrics selected from Irish-language poems by Seán "Clárach" Mac Domhnaill (1691-1754).
When I beheld my darling: She looked so neat and charming In every high degree; She looked so neat and nimble, O, [ A-washing | A-hanging | A-starching | A-ironing | A-folding | A-airing | A-wearing ] of her linen, O, Refrain Dashing away with the smoothing iron, Dashing away with the smoothing iron, She stole my heart away. [3]
The poem is written in the voice of an old woman in a nursing home who is reflecting upon her life. Crabbit is Scots for "bad-tempered" or "grumpy". The poem appeared in the Nursing Mirror in December 1972 without attribution. Phyllis McCormack explained in a letter to the journal that she wrote the poem in 1966 for her hospital newsletter. [4]
Darling: New & Selected Poems is a poetry book by Jackie Kay. [3] It was first published by Bloodaxe Books on 27 October 2007. [ 4 ] Gap Year , Keeping Orchids , Lucozade , My Grandmother's Houses , Old Tongue , and Whilst Leila Sleeps are all National 5 Scottish texts.
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Poetry analysis is the process of investigating the form of a poem, content, structural semiotics, and history in an informed way, with the aim of heightening one's own and others' understanding and appreciation of the work. [1] The words poem and poetry derive from the Greek poiēma (to make) and poieo (to create).
Air—My Lodging is on the cold Ground I. Believe me, if all those endearing young charms, Which I gaze on so fondly to-day, Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms, Like fairy-gifts fading away,— Thou wouldst still be ador'd as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will;
Slumber, slumber, O my darling baby, Gently rocked by Mother's gentle hand; Softly rest and safely slumber, While she swings thee by this cradle-band. Slumber, slumber, all so sweetly buried, Guarded by thy mother's loving arm; All her wishes, all possessions, And her love, shall shelter thee from harm. Slumber, slumber, warm thy nest and downy,