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Tir Na Nog

Little people on the hill, Dancing 'neath the moonlight. Bid me come with them, I will, Run and run 'til out of sight. Tir Na Nog, Tir Na Nog, Under every moore and bog. Land of the young, Of whom we've often sung. To a land of fairies old, To a land of dance and song. Where I will never 'er feel cold, Nor the night will 'er feel long. This is a lullaby my sister, Rebekah, and I wrote together.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 10/25/2012 11:51:00 AM
Sorry for being late reading your excellent poetry Emily. I enjoyed reading it today. I wish I could keep up with all the poets here but I can't. Thank you for sharing your writing with us. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/24/2012 9:48:00 PM
A beautiful lullaby too. I'd not get homesick there.
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