In days gone by when times were good,
And we used to stroll in Dromoland woods,
Walking hand in hand in the evening sun,
Where we saw the Deer and Rabbit run.

Taking in the smell of the new mown hay,
Making love in the grass at the end of day,
Just you and I beneath a clear blue sky,
Watching the baby pheasants fly,

Not thinking of ever going home,
To spend another lonely night alone,
In a house that was empty, cold, and bleak,
And an ice-cold bed, where one could not sleep.

Then just when we thought, the time had come,
To set up house and have some fun,
A lot was altered, and much was moved,
And we waited to see, who approved.

However, things had changed as time had passed,
Sure, we might have known that it would not last,
For when children come they bring a new dimension,
And cause a lot of strain and tension.

With huge demands and stipulations,
That destroys the adult’s good relations,
And take control of what is done and said,
So their parents sleep in separate beds.

Some may find it hard to understand,
Why these things are done with such slight of hand,
For rejecting ones own flesh and blood,
Is not a thing that is done where I come from?

For complete control and manipulation,
From an individual or a sordid Nation,
I could not condone and would not accept,
For my reputation must be kept.

As a honest strong and principled bloke,
Who fought to shed the English Yoke?
And paid a high and mighty price,
But one must stand up for what is right.

I an sorry if being Irish wasn’t to your taste,
But one must follow their conscience from whatever base,
And though the cross has been hard won,
We will leave in the keeping of god’s own beloved son .


It is hard for one to understand,
How one day we could be walking hand in hand,
And the next, if we should meet just by chance,
I wouldn’t even garner a second glance.

When I called to tell you some sad news,
Of my brothers death, and to hear your views,
The door was locked, and that’s for certain,
And you were peeping out behind the curtain.

The same thing happened on Christmas day
When I knocked three times but was turned away,
A situation most unpleasant
Just trying to deliver, your daughters present.

Why you do these things, I’ll never figure out,
For it’s not your nature I’ve no doubt,
And I am trying hard to understand,
If it is the work of someone else’s hand.

If you think that this applies to you,
And you have good reason for what you do,
Then I am not going to interfere,
But I want you to know that, I love you dear!

That’s the way it will always be,
As it always has for you and me,
Those who interfere, will know in time,
That they, have committed a terrible crime.

But they have to live with their conscience too,
Just the same as me and you,
And I hope that the day will never come,
When they live to regret what they have done.

Sad But True.

Pseudocaris ã