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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.
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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