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From crows and thrush.........
written by Psychoace04:09 AM 2/16/05Oh carry my earnest love to the region of Dovinia
It is the land of my secret desire, close to my heart
The region of my youth and the sod of my ancestors
She is my love forever, as is her magical glory
My love is for her hills with the stars above them
sin The top of Mount Brandon of holy repute
and the rough winds shaking it
And the Fort of Cú Roí defeated by Bláthnaid
Give my love to the streets of Dingle
To Ventry Harbor and Smerwick Harbor
an Áir and beautiful Glannagalt in the east
My sorrow forever that I am not wandering amongst them
'Twas wondrous for me when I was young there
In Burnham townland sailing the tide
Listening to music at noon in the woods
From crows and thrush, their choir was beautiful
If I were back there, 'tis happily I'd live
Walking each morning on dewy pastures
Talking and conversing with pleasant thoughts
And lying under the sod at last in their company..... |
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