Thursday, November 24, 2016

I Saw Him The Great Willie Neenan Comments

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The fox on the high field was barking in a voice though familiar wild and shrill
In the cold depths of mid Winter when January was blowing out it's chill
The pale moon did offer a faint light in memory time does stand still
I saw him the great Willie Neenan running on the high road to Bealach Hill
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Francis Duggan
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