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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh, Page 45

Old Clonbroney

This is a ghost story told to me by my mother, from her grandparents, either Kiernans Mill or Treacys. The roadway mentioned …

The Hungry Grass

A shiver runs up my spine As stories I recall Of people dead in times gone by I was told of when …

Dead Souls And Black Dogs

The little old lady had lived for long, She was great of age And the time was coming along For her to …

An Endangered Species

Once upon a time a phonebox In the days when I was young Was the height of technology And from where taxis …

In Paris Town

In Paris town lives a lady Maybe drinks coffee in a cafe Dark hair, nice smile, long legs Well it is I …

Culture from a Cigarette Packet

Words I read of Aftons waters Green braes and other lines of Burns the bard, On a packet of cigarettes What funny …

Don’t Forget the Magic

The world, its wonders and promises false, Drive us forward to distraction, Seeking more than what we have, Provocation causes reaction In …

Walking the Bog

When young, or younger for I still am young I thought that my future it was to be As it was then …

Walking in Autumn in Banagher

As falling are the leaves from the trees I walked along at my ease From nowhere to anywhere Having not a care …

Are Both One Blood?

Some Arabs say that Celts they were, These Berber folk who in the Maghreb live, I see few similarities to my eye… …

Life Is But a Chessgame

It is just a game they say There is nothing to prove A pawn a rook to win or lose It matters …

Drovers No More Walk These Roads

Drovers, with their cattle herds, To market coming, stick in hand, Guiding their charges with swear words With a sure, and yet …

In a Land Without Leaders

In a land without leaders, the people must stand, Stand for what their forefathers fight for, the rights of the land, Simple …