Long Gallants Poems

Irish Town

I will go down to Irish Town, 
where the old grey tower still holds 
a barren watch for the shrouded ships 
in the sea wind's show'ry folds. 

The florid men of the marbled heights 
throw pennies at your pain: 
in Irish town they'll give you wine 
as sweet as summer rain. 

The haughty dames of Parson's Hill 
have learned their love at school; 
they feed their gallants perfumed cakes 
and break hearts by the rule, 

but the women down in Irish town 
were born with hearts that know 
too desperately what wanting means 
to think that love's a show. 

So I will go down to Irish town 
where the river meets the sea, 
and look for a little lasting love 
in the grim grey tower's lee.



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Please note that I never have used and never will use AI to compose or revise any of my writings or music..

A random comment on poetry in general:  A poem should be considered the script of a role in a play which the reader is auditioning for.