A distant land oft calls to me
It sings my name oh so sweetly
Oh how I truly long to be
In my lovely Ireland
In all my dreams there I do go
And watch the tide as it does flow
I long to stay there ever mo'
In my lovely Ireland
When I die, lay me in the ground
And plant flowers neatly 'round
And there I shall rest, safe and sound
In my lovely Ireland
Author notes
This is my first attempt at this form.
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