English poem
Glencar Water
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
I stood by Glencar Water When spring filled all the air, And, oh, by Glencar Water It ’s a lovely place to fare!
The song of Glencar Water It has such silvery frets; And there, by Glencar Water, Are banks of violets.
But harsh seems Glencar Water To Norah’s soft replies, And the flowers by Glencar Water Are naught to Norah’s eyes!