The Frolic Road
by Michael O`Connor
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The gull soars high o’er Mullaghmore,
Looks down on fields
Where days of yore
we ran and skipped
And chased sand eels
In the little stream.
So happy in the bright sunlight
We chased sand eels
By day and night
And rabbits too
Towards the harbour
And the sea,
We walked to meet
The Major picking winkles,
To sell for 20 and
A pint.
Now I wish those
Days were back again,
To bring you along
To chase sand eels
Or chase you
On the frolic road.
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