The Lark Sings Again Poem by Francis Duggan

The song of the skylark i fancy i hear
Above the brown bog-land melodious and clear
Up there in the cloud world a speck in the sky
He carols so sweetly as upwards he does fly
Above where the shlaun man does shlaun out the soggy dark peat
For the sun for to dry out it does give out good heat
On winter nights when the frost winds do blow from the hill
It keeps the family home warm and keeps out the cold chill
It is not very hard at all to visualize
In my flights of fancy i see the sun rise
Above the brown hill to light a summer's day
Good memories of what was never fade away
And though the past may be gone the good memories of it remain
And in my flights of fancy the lark sings again.