Invictus
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Dulce et Decorum Est
I Stood with the Dead
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Once more unto the breach
St Crispin's Day

John Hewitt
Rewriting the Soundbite
Carrickfergus

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I wish I was in Carrickfergus,
Only for nights in Ballygradt
I would swim over the deepest ocean,
For my love to find
But the sea is wide and I cannot cross over
And neither have I the wings to fly
I wish I could meet a handsome boatsman
To ferry me over, to my love and die.

My childhood days bring back sweet reflections
Of happy times I spent so long ago,
My childhood friends and my own relations
Have all passed on now like melting snow.
But I'll spend my days in endless roaming,
Soft is the grass, my bed is free.
Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus,
On that long road down to the sea

They say of life, and it has been written,
One chance of happiness, that chance I lost.
The sands of time have passed from out of me,
And it's too late now to count the cost.
I'm drunk today and I'm seldom sober,
A handsome rover from town to town.
Ah but I'm sick now, my days are numbered,
Come all you young men and I'll lay me down.

Traditional Irish Verse

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