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[[start page]] I've heard the purl of the pipes a-calling More brimming with fervor than ever before Over the lochs and the green glens falling And I've set my sails toward Erin Shore. [[end page]] [[start page]] Outway House Old house I wonder standing here today How many babes were born within these walls. [[strikethrough]] Was there much [[/strikethrough]] How often laughter routed gloom away, How many footsteps echoed thru these halls. You moulder now, your roof and floors are gone Only stone walls resist the wiles of time Windswept and [[strikethrough]] lone [[/strikethrough]] framed against each coming dawn [[strikethrough]] With [[/strikethrough]] By ancient fruit trees in guant pantomime