Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Ireland, is it but a Notion?
Ireland... is it but a notion
Of a land that never was...
But in the dreams of our dreamers...
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Can a hand outstretched be trusted...
Can we without fear accept a smile...
Is all as it should be
Or should we be cautios all the while?
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He who walks knows not he is watched:
By a God who sees us all and is fair,
Though not seen by human eyes,
No one doubts that he is there...
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I am not alone, though alone I may be,
My God always is with, and watches over me,
As I each day, inthis world my way try to make,
He applauds the good I do, and scorns each mistake.
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A horse is a horse and a man is a man
And neither can be the other
And each can survive but is much better
In the company of one another.
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The meadows through which my dancing heart
Has often ambled with abondoned glee
Are now overgrown by thorns
Through which it now cannot walk free.
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Once there lived a Scotsman
Whose years nobody knew
Who was seen by all in town
And known by very few.
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I, the sinner, in church I am not seen
Because Im not missed, Im never asked where I’ve been
For I, few times my face in church has shown
And so, by those ho frequent it are not known.
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A lady of dreams
Floats on the waves of slumbers deep
And stares, a look that looks through the soul
Of him who is asleep
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A cry, silent in the night,
Taken by angels heavenwards
To the ear of God on high
As if the Angels were birds…
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He faught not war, but a campaign
Freed India from Britains reign,
Caused only the British to shed blood
If only Ireland would camplaign, like India could!
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The Angels they are calling, and you, you cannot stay
When the angels of the Lord beckon, we all must obey
Happier you will be, back where you are from
Now is your time, someday mine will come.
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What I see before me as I look around,
At where there is nobody and nothing
I see peace, I see heaven, in the tranquility,
As a chorus of songbirds start to sing.
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I wish that when my eyes I open,
A better day sometime will see,
Through my actions or those of others,
A better time for all will be.
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The Ballad of Old Clonbroney

One night dark walking along
A lane onto its end,
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Every smile, every gurgle, every cry,
It is to you a gift from God,
Nurture it, and it will grow,
As the seed does in the sod...
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Thank the Lord in your needful hour,
He’s watching over you,
Hes by your side, helping you bear your cross...
Sharing all that you go through.
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‘The most horrible sight to a man in this world’
Words I reads somewhere that escape my brain-
‘Is the beauty of a Ladies smile’
A sentiment I found insane!
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Paul Polansky sat in my kitchen,
Eat pudding and drank black tea,
As if he were but a friend,
Who passing happened to be.
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And there, on a place called calvary, hung the son of God,
For all mankinds salvation, to absove us of our sin,
Should we desire to the Lord ourselves to reconcile,
He would not be found wanting: Heavens Gates us through to bring in.
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