Granny sang her song about Skibbereen with tears in her eyes, and recalled her youth in Balbriggan, troubles came and went, but she endured many hard times. Granny danced a jig with me in my childhood and took me to Carfin to see the blessed family, always pious and devoted to her faith. Angel granny I'm smiling still.
Michael Cochrane ©
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