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My Lucan Love

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I walked with my girl
On Chapel Hill,
Stole a kiss
By Shackleton’s Mill,
I called her my love
She called me her dear,
Where the bridge spends the day
Watching over the weir.
The trees on the mall
Were all blooming and green,
Sunbeams danced
With the River Griffeen,
All nature romanced
In the lordly Demesne,
When she said if I wished
I could kiss her again.
By Dodsborough Grotto
We whispered a prayer,
Then I knew that I’d never
See another so fair.
She promised some day
She would take my name,
While two horses looked on
In Tandy’s Lane.
With Lucan in moonlight
I toasted her charms
Raising a glass
In the Vesey Arms.
They are memories now
But we live them still,
Though the leaves be falling
On Chapel Hill.

By Paddy Mulhern