Thursday, March 13, 2008

In Claraghatlea Comments

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In Claraghatlea my old Townland song birds sing all the day
And the fields by the old streamlet flushed with the flowers of May
And the hawthorns on the hedgerows cloaked in blossoms white as snow
And the moorhen she is chirping where the Finnow waters flow
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Francis Duggan
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