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: : Hello, A poem and a song by Tony Small of Galway for your consideration... : : Long Beauty. : : Where long beauty waits away from human gaze, : : Where long waters mirror eternal skies, : : Where seasons reign nameless and the cycle holds sway, : : All in their own time; the nights and the days : : Away to the realm of creatures and land, : : Hill, growth, earth, river and all you contain, : : Water, fire, air, cold and all growing, : : Growing, decaying, all growing again. : : Away from the noise, news, traffic and rush, : : Away from the hassle, the game, the ambush, : : Away from the screen, the fashion, the code, : : Away from the cool, and the rules bad and good. : : Away from the rumor and the humorless concrete. : : Now that I have lived in your city and town, : : With your order and laws, your smile and your frown, : : I'm through with trading, competing, renown, : : Away to the ocean, the sky, the unknown! : : I face to the wilderness, bid you good speed, : : I'm away to the wild where long beauty waits, : : Where long waters mull and the cycle holds sway, : : All in their own time; the nights and the days. : : Away from the noise, news, traffic and rush, : : Away from the hassle, the game, the ambush, : : Away. : : The Grey Lake of Loughrea. : : : : Greetings... : : : : I’ve been singing this for years now and here are the words I sing... : : I first heard of it from Sean Ryan (Whistle Maestro) and as he had no melody, I made up my own... : : (As heard on the Christy Moore "Box Set" recording.) : : : : Some say it was written by Padraig Fallon. (Poet of Athenry, Galway) and others attribute it to Brian Mc Mahon (Writer of Listowel, Kerry) : : : : The Grey Lake of Loughrea. : : My heartstrings make me music if I but think of you, : : And if you would call me darling, I would wear a feathered shoe, : : I would swim the Suir, the Slaney and the Shannon any day’ : : Just to talk with you, lovely lady and to walk you round Loughrea. : : : : If I owned all Portumna and the markets of Athlone, : : All the walls and all the money belonged to Limerick town, : : I would part them to your people, if you'd let me presume : : Just to walk with you, lovely lady, and to be your Squire in Tuam. : : : : Oro! Fair maid but it's easy to blame the wastrel now. : : For who was ever able for to harrow with a plow? : : Not reared was I for labor or to watch the seasons play : : But gambling, sport and dancing they lost me my Loughrea . : : : : In her grey house by the water, my love is dwelling still, : : She's the moon's only daughter, oh! Lamp upon the hill, : : She may braid her hair at evening while those who walk the way, : : They think it's the moon that's rising o'er the grey lake of Loughrea. : : : : Last night, abroad in London, I spent my only crown; : : I toasted my own sweetheart and after cried tears down. : : I walked the lamps till morning and I heard you hark away, : : I wished I were the red fox that you hunted round Loughrea : : : : Oh, Lent may last till Easter and after summer comes, : : With fasting and with feasting when the slow bush buds in full bloom, : : The Queen of Hearts is lonely for her joker still to play, : : I will lead and take her from you, strong man of Loughrea.. : : : : Enjoy… : : : : Tony Small. myspace.com/thetonysmall

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