| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Irish Song | | By Helen Coale Crew |
| | | WHERE the highway steps along | |
| (In Donegal, in Donegal!) | |
| I gave my feet the choice o’ way, wherever they would roam. | |
| They might have marched to Londonderry, Belfast, Dublin … | |
| The foolish, eager feet o’ me, they marched straight home! | 5 |
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| The little gown o’ blue you wore | |
| (In Donegal, in Donegal!) | |
| Cried out to me, Come in! Come in! Your apron it said, Stay! | |
| The tying o’ the plaid shawl across the warm heart o’ you | |
| Tied in-along the heart o’ me—I couldn’t get away. | 10 |
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| I took off my wander-shoes, | |
| (In Donegal, in Donegal!) | |
| The highway stepped along alone, until it slipped from view. | |
| I laid aside my dusty dreams, hung up my ragged lifetime, | |
| And rested feet and heart o’ me before the sight o’ you! | 15 | | | |
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