How Far November
I'm overtaken
'Tis nigh season of trav'ling
And I alight again, Love
O how I despair
To wander ancient isles
Alone among the great hordes
How far November
When to our farm, our boys, and
To your arms I return, Love
O sweet Donegal
My home and winter's respite
'Til I alight again, Love
August 18, 2017
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