AT dawn the silver bird will rise And carry us across the azure summer skies To Dublin town -- and there We will rejoice in noisy streets (not unlike here) But served with a better kind of beer. Adieu, dear sibs of MOAB fame Pray do not let decline or shame Fall on Mom's honored halls. Have balls. While with cheerful gay abandon Upon the wide and silver Shannon Will make my way by river boat (Hoping to keep the thing afloat) And in pubs and villages make the ken Of lovely maids and stalwart me And turn, and drift back down again. Adieu, dear friends--I will be nigh But past the reach of most WiFi And busy with my Irish host Will not be able, much, to post. So raise the standard, stay in touch And each of you post twice as much! Joyce-Ann Meriwether Smithers "Ballad On Departure for the Irish Shore" Collected Songs of MOAB, Smaug Press, Ltd., Westport Connecticut 1994, Brindle Heifer, editor.
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