Omaha # Curracloe Beach
By Omaha Beach
I passed in the rain
Odysseus wandering
Through old country lanes
Sweet Molly Malone
Wheeling her cart
Her maker has joined her
The bold Jeanne Rynhart
Near Corcomroe
Small choristers sing
While gentians gaily
Bow to a king
An old man stood feeding
The white swans today
As Avoca’s famed waters
Waved on their way
Black shawled the ladies
Of inclement weather
Bent by the turf fire
Knitting with feathers
Our brave mighty Sea God
Manánnán Mac Lír
Rides the wide ocean
Showing no fear
Protect us from covid
Protect us from pain
Save every lost soul
Till we meet again.
Back soon…sláinte !
tomclancy 