A Farewell to Erin

An hour is a lang, lang time
when sweet it is remembered
a tune that fill’d the mountain pass
the moment that we enter’d

Though devious pleasures can be sought
and certus there are plenty
I’m happier with a single thought
happier far wi’ twenty

the weary warld is owre too sma’
the seasons mair the pity
A smile o’glee and enchantment
amidst the dole dank city

A poet is blessed wi’many things
but canny count on money
nae spoken word within ma dream
I wish tae take that journey

Now, the transient tune must fade
and memories live to ponder
to tap the well of life’s long spring
and lea’e us free tae wonder

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