“Sorry for your troubles.
Words escape me.”
Solace in exchange of sighs.
Poems
Foothills of the Mournes
A single light at Cranfield beams across the sand
In turning guides the ships into the bay
Sarah Curran by Thomas Moore
We have been requested to reproduce here in full, the ballad written by the famous Thomas Moore (Moore’s Melodies) about Sarah Curran, Robert Emmet’s love.
After the Goldrush
I have no better excuse for reproducing the lyrics of this great song from one of the best and most successful albums of our time, than that I love it and it’s currently running through my head. Do you agree it was one of the all-time greats?
Country People
O country people, you of the hill farms,
Huddled so in darkness I cannot tell
Whether the light across the glen is a star ..
