Daddy, tell me again of days gone by
How William slew the Jacobites
And claimed Ulster as our home
And sent the Catholics from Armagh
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The Fall
Someone mentioned 780 steps, that's a long way
Is that up or down? Either way it's to much for an old man
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Omega beckons, sucked into a black hole
All matter, all creatures great and small
Spectacularly nothing left of the wonders
Of God's mystery and magical creation
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THE HARE WITH THE AMBER EYES
A few words of explanation first
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King James Bible 1 Peter 4: 8
And above all things have fervent love for one another, for "love will cover a multitude of sins."
As I suckled on my mother's breast,
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Westwards 1951
Dreary brick buildings, line the track
War torn homes, damaged by flack
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Ode to Carol
I did spy a beauty named - Carol Peach,
On holiday in Barbados - on a white sandy beach,
(yes, Peach really was her surname - she was not to blame,)
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Cephalonia's sun scorched slabs Surrounding the soaking swimmers I slip silently in and out of sleep As I seem to be studying the script Zzzzzz, Zzzzzz, Zzzzzz.
Slipping into the seventies stirs Memories of slender svelte singles Showing their sublime sex to my Complete satisfaction, dream on
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The blasted gale burns through the forest Tearing and shredding brown leaves asunder All creatures seek shelter from the slashing rain Black clouds heave and jostle to shut out the light Roofing sheets rough torn from lumber buildings Fly through the air to rip and tear where they land
In coastal towns mankind hides and prays to God Save us, save us please Lord and all we hold dear Centuries of mans' creation so easily demolished As mighty seas invade the streets and buildings Families huddle around dying embers in the hearth Only a fool would venture out to replenish the fuel
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In O'Donovan's Hotel, Clonakilty Brogan and Brophy are planning Saturday's Hurling match against Cork. Six backs two midfielders and six forwards.
Coakley, Collumb and Condon, are Brogan's choice Dabney, Daugherty and Donahue are Brophy's choice.
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Where is the song of the birds
On this mid summer morn of madness
Where is the smell of warming earth
and the farm animals cacophony?
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I'm snug,37 celsius, Surrounded by a pink glow.......zzzzzzzz zzzzzzzz,
There is a rhythm, boom......boom Boom,
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Death brings such sad sorrow, how do we face tomorrow
What memories flood back of joyous times of our youth
When sun dappled leaves lined winding Devon Lanes
And a young boy and girl fell in love in kinder times.
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September song
More than 1,000 children were caught carrying knives in schools last year - with the youngest aged just four.
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Flutes
Daddy, tell me again of days gone by
How William slew the Jacobites
And claimed Ulster as our home
And sent the Catholics from Armagh
Daddy, tell me again of the Boyne
And the glorious revolution we won
Of the triumphs of the peep-o-day boys
and of the massacre at Sculla-Bogue barn
Daddy, tell me again, am I old enough
To stand with Mummy, dressed all in blue
And twirl my baton, to the rhythm of the pipes
As you march to Drumcree church
Daddy, tell me again how many years
Before I will walk beside you, flute in hand
Hear the cymbals crash and the drums boom boom
Oh, how I long to march with you on the twelfth of July
Daddy, oh Daddy, let me tell you
The Enniskillen's fought bravely
With our horses and swords
I am dying here in the mud
It is such a long way home
Good bye Daddy, goodbye