POETRY.
AT SEA.
'TIs the long blue Head o' Garron From the sea, Oa, we're sailin' past the Garrott.
On the sea.
Now Glen Ariff lies behind, Where the waters fall and wind By the willows o' Glen Ariff to the sea..
Ould Luirgedan rises green By the sea, Aye, he stands between the Glens An' the sea, Now we're past the darklin' caves Where the breakin' summer waves Wander in with their trouble from the sea.. But Cushendun lies nearer To the sea, An' thon's a shore is dearer Still to me.
For the land that I am leavin', Sure the heart I have is grievin',— But the ship has set her sails for the sea.
Och, what's this is deeper Than the sea ?
An' what's this is stronger Nor the sea ?
When the call is, " All or none,"
An' the answer, " All for one,"—
Then we be to sail away across the sea.
Moina O'NEILL.
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