John Millington Synge
In Glencullen - Poem by John Millington Synge
Thrush, linnet, stare and wren,
Brown lark beside the sun,
Take thought of kestril, sparrow-hawk,
Birdlime and roving gun.
Of birds I've listened to,
I think I robbed your ancestors
When I was young as you.
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