How She Went To Ireland

Dora’s gone to Ireland
  Through the sleet and snow;
Promptly she has gone there
  In a ship, although
Why she’s gone to Ireland
  Dora does not know.

That was where, yea, Ireland,
  Dora wished to be:
When she felt, in lone times,
  Shoots of misery,
Often there, in Ireland,
  Dora wished to be.

Hence she’s gone to Ireland,
  Since she meant to go,
Through the drift and darkness
  Onward labouring, though
That she’s gone to Ireland
  Dora does not know.