On Hearing Irish Music Poem by Francis Duggan

I love the sound of good old Irish music it takes me to the mountains far away
And it takes me to the station dance and ceili such things in Ireland doesn't happen today
For Ireland as a Land has gone through changes and nothing ever seems to stay the same
You won't find any Land that's not known changes at least there is not any I could name.

Still Irish music is not truly Irish though it's links to Ireland one can easily trace
It never did belong to the Fir Bolg they were old Ireland's Indigenous race
It first started with the Celts who came much later and to Scottish Celtic music has close ties
And all Celtic music from the Celtic World is similar more similar than we even realize.

Like Irish music I am seen as Irish and though my family for centuries have lived there
Like all of the others we once were outsiders we too were the invaders from elsewhere
From Scandanavia and cold Northern Countries the warriors in their war ships journeyed south
And dispossessed and murdered the first Irish people and that's how their extinction came about.

I love the sound of good old Celtic music it takes me to the mountains far away
And it takes me to the Land of the Fir Bolg their bones beneath the bogs of Ireland lay
And like so called Irish music I'm not truly Irish and though my ancestors for centuries have lived there
Like all of the others they were the invaders the ruthless people who came from elsewhere.