Norah Carter Poems

Long ago there lived a boy and Patrick was his name.
But never did he ever dream that he would rise to fame.
For one day pirates captured him and sold him as a slave
And took him off to Ireland where he was bold and brave. He tended sheep and did his best in all he had to do,
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The underground, the underground, it drives me to despair
I cannot even estimate the cost in wear and tear
It's packed to full capacity, I never get a seat,
In fact, there's barely room enough for me to put my feet. I try my best to hold the strap, but that's no good at all
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