Why should I blame her
Sad that Maud Gonne couldn't stay
And your writing down everything
Were you sickened in time?
Why did you sit here
Had they but courage equal to desire
In the grave, in the grave
In the grave, in the grave
But I know by now
Why did you stand here?
Why did you sit here?
And you sit here with me on the Isle Inisfree
Or that she would of late have taught to ignorant men
But she had Mac Bride anyway
Most violent ways or hurled the little streets upon the grave
But I know by now
Why should I blame her
In the grave, in the grave
That she filled my days with misery
In the grave, in the grave
Had they but courage equal to desire