Killybegs

my heart was warm with family love as I

slipped into a

chair

beside my uncle john, my daughters 'cross

the table there

I'd walked the docks in misty rain, a pain

was in my legs

but I'd seen the dream of kinsmen in the

boats of Killybegs

the banter of my uncle and my daughters

filled the air and

the

gunning brothers?(Donegalers) next to us

were glad that we

were there

I was kind of quiet listening at the window

ledge

for the music of the harbor, the birds of

Killybegs

down the coast not far was Galway land of

joys (Joyce) and

kinnamar?

at their (after) supper and asleep we would

visit? (be

goin') there tomorrow

I worried if my words would e'er be sung by

Irishmen

or out (rot) here on the docks??

like the fish of Killybegs

a radio was playing though we never heard a

word (I don't

think this phrase is right)

but the rhythm of the music was familiar if

absurd

and harkning

(a heightening) intensity? for silence did

I beg

oh what a song was playing in the air of

Killybegs

I couldn't quite believe it for it sounded

rather strange

the instruments were different and the key

had been changed

I reached to turn the volume up then

teetered on my legs

a girl from Tipperary sang my song in Killybegs

a girl from Tipperary sang my song in

Killybegs