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Banshee

BANSHEE


From out of the dusk, through a thin shaft of light
A dark shape appears on this cold misty night
A disfigured mutation, with a look of forlorn
She’s a tortured creation, she is the unborn

From the bleak depths of hell, and out of its fires
She ghosts in the shadows, the gutters and mires
She can smell the last breath that you take when you die
As she creeps through the gloaming, to wait for the sigh

You can sense her ill presence, and feel her dark power
As she glides on the wind, till the death taking hour
That’s when the creatures, they turn and they flee
As another soul’s claimed, by a wailing banshee

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Someone Stole My Snowman

SOMEONE STOLE MY SNOWMAN

Someone stole my snowman, I only made it yesterday 
A carrot nose and coal for eyes in the traditional snowman way
The thieves were pretty clever; they left his hat and scarf behind
They also left his carrot nose so he’ll be right and hard to find

When I realized this morning, that my snowman wasn’t there
I thought I must investigate, this rather sad affair
But there were no clues that I could see, just a soggy scarf and hat
And a little patch of yellow snow, but I’m sure the dog did that

That smiley, chubby snowman, was built by my own hand
A little bit of snowy art, in a winter wonderland
My hands and feet were freezing, as I made this masterpiece
But my snowman seems to be no more, he is in fact diseased

I have to face reality, my snowman’s gone away
Maybe he was magic, and he’ll return again someday
I stare out at the winter sun, as the snow melts on my lawn
And I sit and wonder to myself, where has my snowman gone

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The Irish Invented Everything

THE IRISH INVENTED EVERYTHING

Ireland invented everything; I think it’s fair to say
From the automatic office door, to the LED display
We put the first man on the moon, conceived the mobile phone
Discovered Mars and Pluto, and of course, the twilight zone
Planes and trains and trucks and cars, were all invented here
We even had the concept, of putting twelve months in the year
We invented ships and submarines, and the humble coffee cup 
Sure we even made Viagra, just to keep our peckers up
We invented drums and violins, then trumpets and guitars
But playing makes you thirsty, so we invented Irish bars
We developed all the medicine, on which the world depends
Then we gave you love and hatred, and the means to make amends
We discovered beer and cider, we discovered whiskey too
And we started brewing Guinness, which is very good for you
We gave you sweets and chocolate, and all that tasty stuff
And we invented soft pyjamas, plus that bellybutton fluff 
We invented roads and pavements, and we introduced the bridge
The cooker and the washing machine, we even claim the fridge
We invented mirth and humour, and we taught the world to sing
Sure you gotta love the Irish …………..   We invented everything……….

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The War Bride

THE WAR BRIDE
	
They walked hand in hand, barefoot through the meadow
The birds were in song and the bees were in flight
It seemed that they only had eyes for each other	
The buttercups danced, in the warm evening light

They paused for a while, for a kiss and a cuddle
Then dipped their feet in the cool of the stream
Then off to the house of their dreams, down the laneway
Together forever, behold loves young dream

In a white linen dress and a garland of roses
She wed in the place, where her wedding had been
And gallant was he, in his service apparel
They danced in the spring air of nineteen fourteen

With tears in her eyes, she waves down the laneway
He was off to the fight, in the war to end wars
She waited and prayed, put a light by the window
He witnesses horror and death by the score

Well the hedge has grown over, she can’t see the meadow
The home that she loved is all creaky and cold
She looks down the lane and remembers the good times
The picture she holds, is now fifty years old

Her feet haven’t cooled in the stream for a long time
All her memories fade, since her day as a bride
She remembers her dance, in the spring with her loved one
Then she cuddles her picture of him with such pride

No flowers in the garden, just weeds which grow tall now
The kids call her names, as they hurry on by
That crazy old woman, who stares down the laneway
The taunts hurt her feelings, though the names make her cry

One night in the springtime, he came back to visit
He beckoned to her, to come to his place
She was found with her picture, and a garland of roses
She wore a white linen dress; she had a smile on her face

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The Fairy Tree

THE FAIRY TREE

Somewhere on the black mountain
Overlooking Belfast town
There’s a fairy tree with umbilical roots
Which go far beneath the ground

The local people fear its power
They pay it full respect
For they know that deep beneath the earth
There’s a powerful fairy sect

They live between the neverworld
And the world which we all know
Some folk have claimed to see them fly
With a fairy magic glow

Make sure you don’t get too close
Or you’ll feel the fairies wraith
And they’ll send the elves to put you
In a mucky nettle bath

The fairies have a job to do
In fact, it’s vital, you might say
They protect us from the evil trolls
And they keep the imps at bay

They look after all the honey bees
And they paint the butterflies
They keep our rivers running
And make rainbows in the skies

So when you’re outside walking
And you see a fairy tree
Just wave, smile and remember
They look after you and me

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Peace

PEACE ?

There’s peace in Northern Ireland, a smile comes to my face
Some well worn media phrasing, there’s no peace in this place
The hatred still is palpable, the twain shall never meet
Divisions that are influenced, by the political elite

Opposing ideologies, with religion at its core
Struggling for supremacy, in a bitter cultural war
With two tier education, so the children cannot mix
An antiquated system, which they’ll never ever fix

The undercurrent of savagery is rarely far away
It’s been that way from ancient times, until the present day
That murky world of politics, where they always try and fail
Where deals are done in private, behind the secret veil

Held up as a precedent, for all the world to see
How little Ulster saved itself, from a life of misery
We listen to the sound bites; each day’s a brand new start
Yet our celebrated peace walls, keep communities apart

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Fireguards On the Windies

FIREGUARDS ON THE WINDIES


Growing up in Belfast, through the troubled ravaged years
Some days where filled with laughter, others steeped in tears
A normal decent childhood, where my life seemed complete
Though we had fireguards on the windies and soldiers in the street

Bombed out shops and barricades, were a normal sight to see
An alternative children’s playground, an exciting place to be
There was no health and safety, no risk assessments then
Just the local council workers and the vigilante men 

We played pretendy riots and had shields made out of tin
Clauded stones for ages, though no one seemed to win
The parks were closed on Sunday, so we couldn’t go and play
A bylaw, from a bye gone age, to protect the sabbeth day

We collected army badges, and we’d sometimes hold their guns
Playing on the scout cars, mother gave them tea and buns
A normal Belfast childhood, where life seemed so complete
Though we had fireguards on the windies and soldiers in the street

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Belfast Bap

BELFAST BAP

I once had full a Belfast bap
Then I had to go for a nap
It's a pretty big munch
If you have one for lunch
It certainly gives hunger a zap!

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The Dunmurry Incident

THE DUNMURRY INCIDENT

There’s a big row going on in Dunmurry
And the whole place has come to a stop
There’s a war going on with the girl who makes cakes
And the bird in the newspaper shop

They both fancy Taxi man Terry
Though Newspaper Nell saw him first
Yet it seems he’s enticed, by Puff pastry Pat
Now poor Nell is fearing the worst

Pat has been seen tempting Terry
With her big baps, and choice of cream cakes
Poor Nell can’t offer those fanciful things
But she’s willing to do what it takes

Then Pat hit Nell with a doughnut
So Nell thought she’d better give chase
She walloped poor Pat, with an old Sunday Life
Then rubbed newsprint all over her face

Pat staggered back to the bakery
And she brought out a large lemon pie
It went over Nell’s head, and into her ears
Some even went into her eye

Nell made a soft muted whimper
From the sting in her eye I suppose
She reached in her pocket, and that’s when aul Pat
Got a triple A, stuck up her nose

Well the cops, they arrived in a hurry
And they pulled the two ladies apart
So peace was restored to the village 
And poor Terry, he had to depart

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Recruitment

RECRUITMENT

Your country needs you lads, let Lord Kitchener tell you more
Come forward, join the ranks and we’ll send you off to war
You’re fighting for salvation; you’ve got Jesus on your side
Remember that in battle; let the shepherd be your guide


Join up with your pals lads and march in time with pride
You’re Ulster Presbyterians, so, the lord with you abide
We’ll muster at the Shipyard so that everyone can see
Then continue to the Farmyards and the local Factory


You’re young, or even younger, than the army will allow
You look a little older since you smoke tobacco now
We’ll put you in a uniform and show you how to drill
We’ll teach you to be brave and then train you how to kill


Say goodbye to your family and prepare to sail away
You’ll fall in on the Western front and join the great affray
Although you may be seventeen, we’ve made you into men
Yet most of you will never see your mothers face again