Irish Thought for March 15...

Irish Songs

Four Green Fields

What did I have, said the fine old woman.
What did I have, this proud old woman did say.
I had four green fields, each one was a jewel
But strangers came and tried to take them from me.
I had fine strong sons, who fought to save my jewels.
They fought and they died, and that was my grief said she...

What have I now, said the fine old woman.
What have I now, this proud old woman did say.
I have four green fields, one of them's in bondage
In stranger's hands, that tried to take it from me.
But my sons had sons, as brave as were their fathers.
My fourth green field will bloom once again said she.