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Patrick has dedicated this Pome to
his parents
My Own Creeslough Home
In a far off land I fell asleep And traveled back in time I saw my
Creeslough town again And the fields of yellow corn
I heard McSwines gun loud and clear I saw Sheephaven Bay McSweeney;s
Castle on the shore Where the grate O'Neills held sway
I traveled up Dutally Brae The well known sights to see And from the
heart of Ferries Wood I heart the old banshee
I saw my parents once again In the fields where they worked hard To
raise a family twelve in all In the homestead in Roscad
But alas their daily work in done No longer shall they toil They rest
with God in peace In Canleys English soil
The Creeslough fair was in full swing With large crowds in the street
And the corner of the garden packed With cattle pigs and sheep
I met my boyhood friends again In the good time we had Where the
Abhain
Buidhe river winds course Through the fields around Roscad
Alas twa's but a dream I had As I travelled back in time To cherish
long lost memories Of my own Creeslough town.
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