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My first step to quest, I seek county Clare identity lost, me feel the sea air In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county From Doolin I sail, isles of Aran Land full of stone so cold and once barren The locals invite for coffee and tea I wander and wonder, life by the sea Next in my journey, find county Kerry Crossing the Shannon, a trip on the ferry In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county Boat man gives lesson, ‘cross lake of learning Dock by the Abby, I find peace of yearning Grounds of Killarney by horse n carriage I wander and wonder, great mountains marriage I sit in The Oar House down by the pier Howth to host, from far or from near In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county I spy an Irish rose, sit by the sea I know her name, ne’er for me Admire her beauty I sit from afar I wander and wonder, who then we are County Meath holds the once great Raith na Rig Where the ancients had once all danced a jig In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county I climb atop hills where kings sat on high Same place they lay once they say their bye A place where high kings all came to pass I wander and wonder whom we’ve lost past I’ll take the rocky road, the only way to Dublin Fore long I’m found, set with the pub kin In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county Here I will find the black liquidation Ruby red pint to wrap up a nation Feasting we drink and laugh about strife I wander and wonder the glory of life
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
A Man With No Country
My first step to quest, I seek county Clare identity lost, me feel the sea air In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county From Doolin I sail, isles of Aran Land full of stone so cold and once barren The locals invite for coffee and tea I wander and wonder, life by the sea Next in my journey, find county Kerry Crossing the Shannon, a trip on the ferry In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county Boat man gives lesson, ‘cross lake of learning Dock by the Abby, I find peace of yearning Grounds of Killarney by horse n carriage I wander and wonder, great mountains marriage I sit in The Oar House down by the pier Howth to host, from far or from near In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county I spy an Irish rose, sit by the sea I know her name, ne’er for me Admire her beauty I sit from afar I wander and wonder, who then we are County Meath holds the once great Raith na Rig Where the ancients had once all danced a jig In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county I climb atop hills where kings sat on high Same place they lay once they say their bye A place where high kings all came to pass I wander and wonder whom we’ve lost past I’ll take the rocky road, the only way to Dublin Fore long I’m found, set with the pub kin In Ireland I stay, a man with no country I wonder and wander county to county Here I will find the black liquidation Ruby red pint to wrap up a nation Feasting we drink and laugh about strife I wander and wonder the glory of life
Chronicles of my holiday in Ireland, lost my passport not an hour after landing, hence the title.. Enjoy!
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Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 1:48 PM UTC
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