My Mother lying weak and spent Cried out to me her daughter — “O for a drink of Mary’s Well, Sweet Chibber-y-Wurra water!” Among the meadows green and low I …
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Josephine Kermode
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“Themselves” upon the mountains. “Themselves” that haunt the plain, That sparkle through the fountains And laugh among the rain. Greeting! Greeting! Singing in the rain, Laughing in the mountains Greet …
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I was down alone in the Moaney, Nobody else was near, When my name was goin’ a’callin’ Low an’ sof an’ clear. None was I seein’ aroun’ me, Never a …
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Fairies? They’re in Glen Aldyn still Whatever you may say; I’ve seen them over by the mill, I’ve met them coming down the Gill; And underneath the bridges They’re just …
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The first day came from the bitter north Was there ever so cold a Spring? But the sun shone out for an hour at noon, And we heard the cuckoo …
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Josephine Kermode (1852-1937) was a Manx poet and playwright better known by the pen name “Cushag”. Margaret Letitia Josephine Kermode was born on September 18, 1852, at 73 Parliament Street, …