And as I Rode by Granard MoatCombining the rigour of an anthologist with the informal charm of a legendary raconteur, Benedict Kiely leads us on a delightful ramble around Ireland through song and verse. Starting in 'Sweet Omagh Town', we travel down the lanes and highways of thirty-two counties with help from the great poets of Ireland and from the traditional songs of nature, love and rebellion - 'The Yellow Bittern', 'Ringleted Youth of My Love', 'The Bold Fenian Men' and many others. And as I Rode by Granard Moat is much more than a collection of poems and ballads: it is at once the literary evocation of an island and an intimate, highly personal chronicle. |
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... land , in a lonesome city , With few to pity or know or care , I sleep each night while my heart is burning , And ... land ! from thee driven our old flag furled - I renounced the world when I went from thee ; My heart lingers still on ...
... land , in a lonesome city , With few to pity or know or care , I sleep each night while my heart is burning , And ... land ! from thee driven our old flag furled - I renounced the world when I went from thee ; My heart lingers still on ...
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... land ere I die . ' Ah , dear sailor , say , have we sighted Cape Clear ? Can you see any sign ? Is the morning light near ? You are young , my brave boy ; thanks , thanks for Help me up , till I get a last glimpse of the land . Thank ...
... land ere I die . ' Ah , dear sailor , say , have we sighted Cape Clear ? Can you see any sign ? Is the morning light near ? You are young , my brave boy ; thanks , thanks for Help me up , till I get a last glimpse of the land . Thank ...
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... land Where Ireland is no more than just a name , My soul would travel back to find that strand From whence it came . I'd see the harbour in the evening light , The old man staring at some distant ship , The fishing - boats they fasten ...
... land Where Ireland is no more than just a name , My soul would travel back to find that strand From whence it came . I'd see the harbour in the evening light , The old man staring at some distant ship , The fishing - boats they fasten ...
Contents
Contents | 1 |
The Green Flowery Banks Anon 7 The Ballad of Douglas Bridge | 14 |
Omagh Town Anon 28 The Treacherous Waves of Loughmuck | 31 |
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