Sonny O'Dee, our master's mate,
Closed the gate and lifted the latch
Of the door painted in national green
After he tied up his jennet outside.
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Charming tale, I can remember people dressed like Sonny from my childhood in rural North Wales. Life was harder then with not to many distractions....to confuse.
I read this poem for a group of Retired Teachers in Galway and I explained the context and it was very well received. A generation of people that attended Ballymana N.S. can easily identify with it. Thanks Matt.