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On Being Asked to Join the Teetotallers

Water is silver, but wine it is gold, So give it me mellow, bright, pure and old; I mind not its clime, be it Xeres or Cape, So ’tis honest fermented juice of the grape. I like it not foreign,

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Li’l Graysie

Did ya hear the sad news Emma Cowla? ’bout the li’l chil’ from the gill tha’s been took? Aye, she was out theer playin’ at the strooan When her mammy last had a look. Playin’ with her dolly they say

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The House on the Hill

Ay! the farmhouse is shuttered an’ empty, An’ the wans that lived theer is all gone; No smook from the chimley goes curlin’, For the days o’ that li’l crof’ is done.   No dog barks a half-warnin’ welcome; No

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The Stranger

My! My! But yer git some surprises! I was fair took aback, Mrs Gale! Theer’s me born an’ bred on the sod here – From the Lhen way we come – out near Smale, An’ here’s this wan from Englan’

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Islanders

Water is round about us from our birth, Our heritage a strip of windy land Among wild seas; a word of misty earth Ringed round with blowing spray and dim, wet sand.   The sting of salt is ever on

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On Andreas Dunes

I met a brown rabbit Today on the dunes When the curlews were piping Their queer, lonely tunes. He sat on his haunches As I came along, And watched while I listened To that airy song. The broad air was

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In An Old Manx Cottage

Is it yerself tha’s theer, Betsy? Lif’ up the latch wumman – an’ come in. Shut the dhure quick – for the fire’s smookin’ with the eas’ win’ An’ I’m feelin’ the cuth somethin’ tarrable! Who’s this yer got with

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Peggy My Chree or The Pride of the Parish

A nicer ol’ body is like yer’ll not see From the cronk to the claddagh, till Peggy My Chree! Wis eggs an’ some honey she’ll come if yer bad, An’ her black curran’ tay is the bes’ to be had.

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Ellan Vannin

To the Isle – to the fairy isle over the seas, Where spangles are bright on its musical breeze; Where the skies they are dappled with shadows that gleam, And the nights are alight with the shooting-stars’ stream, And gorse

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Ned Beg Hom Ruy

The acquisition of Harry Kelly’s cottage in 1938 to initiate the Cregneish folk museum was an act of faith, but at that time only a small band of enlightened pioneers had the vision to see the ultimate objective. The financial

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