Sunday, April 29, 2012

Memories Of Knocknagree Fair

A place in my lifetime i may never more see
The Village on the hill known as Knocknagree
I used to go there on Fair days long ago
In time going far back half a century or so
Fair day in Knocknagree now a thing of the past
Few things it does seem ever does seem to last
And only the memories with me now remain
Of what once was but will not be again
When memories of the past return to me
I think again of the Rose of Knocknagree
A young woman of striking beauty with dark shoulder length hair
I often did see her at Knocknagree Fair
Her eyes were as blue as the November sloe
And i was a boy then and that was long ago.

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