Mullaghmore Weather 146
Marty Byrne
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When you see the grassy sand dunes You know you're nearly there That echo of childhood excitement The burrows filling up with hares At the bungalow, our voices clattering Nanny exasperated, would shout "Get to Hell's flying gates! And don't yous be hobnobbing in this house!" Mischief was atop of the list Many an Easter and Summer here We'd kick around all the arcades Befriend a few locals if any came near Pool in the Beach Hotel Smoking cigarettes by the harbour bogs Truth or dare in the big sandy ditch That crisp evening snap of burning logs Ghost stories in the caravans That shit scared walk home in pitch black Nowadays you'd have the pints instead In the Pier Head, sitting down the back That coastal walk a whole world of beauty Wild rocks below the grassy holes Brutal and unforgiving expanse Quiets the most unsettled soul Down by the pier It's always grey and windy here This time of year Or any other The convent bell and rattlin' boats Turbulent sea and heavy coats I always think of Mullaghmore In this sort of weather
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