My Prayer...
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“Lay me doon in ta caul caul groon. Whaur afore monie huv gaun. (Rep)
When they coom a wull staun mo groon. Staun mo groon al nae be a fraid.
Thoughts awe hame tak awa mo fear. Sweat an bluid hide mo veil awe tears.
Ains a year say a prayer faur me. Close yir een an remember me. Nair mair shall a see the sun.”
When they coom a wull staun mo groon. Staun mo groon al nae be a fraid.
Thoughts awe hame tak awa mo fear. Sweat an bluid hide mo veil awe tears.
Ains a year say a prayer faur me. Close yir een an remember me. Nair mair shall a see the sun.”
“Sgt. (Charles S.) MacKenzie” By Joe Lina MacKenzie Mod Scott. as done by Clainne An Drumma
My Prayer…
By Kelly Blake
By Kelly Blake
Make me no box, only lay me deep,
near a great Pag, ton Lough or great sea.
near a great Pag, ton Lough or great sea.
That I rest, where the worlds are thin,
that I may see my Aoine.
Put me down, in ton Longphuirt,
where I can be amongst my own.
My path is too long ahead of me,
I hear the voices from across the great sea.
Come rest with us, and be set free.
As I came, never meant to be.
They took my hand, and made me…me.
Now they are gone, laid in dirt.
Never more to breath; never more to hurt.
They call to me; ‘come take our hand…
come walk with us…and be free.”
But no, not yet. My path’s too long.
I will try to be strong, I must be strong.
There are demons, that must be sent,
away for those ahead of me.
No not yet, I must be strong, I must be strong.
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