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Leaving Home
There is a wee tall tale, that me father told us three. He'd heard it from his father before him. It was part of his family tree. He told of how he'd left Ireland, and sailed the ocean blue, to land in another country, that to him was all new. He told of why he'd gone there, of the nasty deed he'd done, and how he'd had to sail away, and keep right on the run. He told of how his mother, cried when he sailed. She wiped her tears on her apron, and gave way to a sad, sad wail. She knew she'd nary again see him. This child she loved so well, for he was now a fugitive. His soul he'd had to sell. So as the tears were falling, she bid him fond farewell. She kissed his cheek so softly, and told him, her love with him would dwell. And as the ship left harbor, with this young Irish lad, a mother's heart was broken, with the pain of one who's sad. I miss me mother dearly now, for all these may a year, but I'm glad to have you sons, to be with me right here. And the moral of this story: If you must ever roam, Take your mother's address, so you can keep in touch with home.
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