“It’s a long time ago now,” says Kirry; “Aw ay, chile – a long time ago, When I wasn’ much bigger till you are, An’ bein’ reared by me Gran’mother …
poetry
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Our land has fallen from her age of pride And put her old divinity aside; She is not now as in those storied days When a strange beauty lit familiar …
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Thou little tailless cat with coat of jet, Whose amber eyes with ecstatic dew are wet, As on my lap thy paws beat even tread, “In-out, in-out” – as though …
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This poem is about Manx Folklorist William Cashen who was custodian/guardian of Peel Castle and who died whilst on duty there in 1912. The old man ceased and in the …
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Oh! lament for the days that are past and gone, When the sun of glory bright, On the fairest Isle of the ocean shone With freedom’s holy light; When the …
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A Blessing on Ellan Vannin from a Scottish Gael Ellan Vannin, bannaght ort – Er dagh ooilley thie as cooyrt, Er dagh ooilley fer as ben, Er dagh ooilley bab …
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Ye horses all, who may pass by This spot where rest my bones, Behold my head, which once was high, Now bleaching ‘mongst these stones.I was a horse of note …
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They’ve took me li’l boy – me li’l Johnny – What for did they take a li’l chile? When the sun gives a glint through the winders I’m thinkin’ I’m …