Classic Poem

I will arise and go now, and go to Tipperary;
The roads are unending, 'tis a long, long way to go.
A cloud-pale maid I'll find there, a glimmering, glamouring fairy,
And life will be one grand purple glow.

I will arise and go now, and go to Tipperary;
Long, long is the way there, and the roads in bad repair.
But midnight here is martial, and noon is military,
And evening filled with the trumpet's blare.

I will arise and go now, the nights are getting chilly;
The wind sweeps in the sedge by the curlew-haunted shore.
No curlews are in Leicester, no sedge in Piccadilly,
Only the fife and the deep drum corps.