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1. In Donegal - By Captain Jack Crawford - The Poet Scout, 1847-1917

   

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   Oh, would that I again a boy could be,

   Roaming barefooted by the Irish Sea;

   My world so small,

   Watching the flocks that grazed beyond the shore

   Wrapped in the cast-off-coat my father wore,

   In Donegal

   
   II

   
   I see myself, bareheaded in the breeze,

   Wading the shoals, salt water to my Knees,

   The sea-gulls call

   In wake of passing ships that greeted me

   En route to God's sweet land of liberty,

   From Donegal.

   
   III

   
   Then comes a loved vision on the strand-

   A blue-eyed Irish lass who took my hand

   In hers so small,

   And said to me, in accents sweet and low,

   You'll ne'er forget the girl that loved you so,

   In Donegal

   
   IV

   
   Oh, sweet and holy love of ten years old,

   Mary of Donegal with hair of gold,

   With rippling fall

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      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English