Sligo Fair
| Jonathan Ledingham |
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| She goes down to meet her mummie returning from the fields A wicker basket on her hip and a spaniel at her heels And when she picks wild flowers she wonders should she go or stay Now that Sligo fair is just a week away Her hand is on the backseat of a traveller�s caravan Headed for the city to a new life she can plan No more days of waiting for her man to name the day Now that Sligo fair is just a week away High above the northern coast the seagulls circle high To the west the setting sun spread loke gold across the sky Oh homeward bound the freedom heard at the end of Mouthhall Bay Now that Sligo fair is just a week away She goes down to meet her mummie returning from the fields A wicker basket on her hip and a spaniel at her heels And when she picks wild flowers she wonders should she go or stay Now that Sligo fair is just Now that Sligo fair is just Now that Sligo fair is just a week away This page has been viewed 4715 times |
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