How she came from “ferninst Corrk
Tin miles,” how she used to walk
There and back without a rest,
Only, by the way confessed,
That the miles “beyant” “air shorrter”
Than they are this side the water;
How the houses are of clay,
And the roofs are green alway—
Thatched with turf; how very sweet
The odor of the burning peat,