Analysis of The Oak Grove Of Éire
Over ice, down hills, blue car, pale moon…
Love is calling me to a fireside in Doire.
Oh! Doire, Doire, Doire,
My own lovely Doire,
The jewel of the north
West of Éire.
The journey is long but the car is sound
As I drive over hills and through valleys. A
Journey I know well for I've covered it before
On my way to the Oak Grove of Éire...
Oh! Doire, Doire, Doire,
My own lovely Doire,
The jewel of the north
West of Éire.
And, soon, I will arrive at our lovely Foyle-side
To share a week-end with the colleen of Éire,
While, again, thanking God for residing me
In the beautiful grove of Doire.
Scheme | xa AABA xxaa AABA xaxa |
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 101111111 11101101001 1111 11101 010101 111 0101110111 11110101100 101111110101 111101111 1111 11101 010101 111 0111011101011 1101110111 10110110101 00100111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 594 |
Words | 116 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 5 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
Lines Amount | 18 |
Letters per line (avg) | 25 |
Words per line (avg) | 6 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 89 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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Submitted on February 19, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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