Wednesday, January 6, 2010

On The Gneeves Windmills Comments

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The Gneeves I remember was a quiet old bog
In cool and damp weather a place of gray fog
In Summer there men shlauned out dark peat for to dry
For to warm their homes when Winter winds howled in the sky
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Francis Duggan
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