<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552904" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fond And Happy Memories</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the middle of February they always came to Annagloor<br>And parked their horse drawn vans by the by road the travelling Irish poor<br>They came for the March horse fair in Millstreet Town horses they bought and sold<br>And a beautiful Pinto to them was a horse worth more than gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The coldest part of the Winter is in mid February<br>And a cold wind blew across the sky in temperatures low as minus 3<br>Their horses they did not tether on the by road they ranged free<br>And though that was close to fity years ago those memories remain with me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And though many Seasons have come and gone since then the memories remain evergreen<br>Around their camp fire they drunk their illicit booze the stuff known as poteen<br>And the accordionist played the old tunes and with him they sang along<br>And they were bound through their cultural links to music dance and song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their ancestors were the dispossessed that Cromwells's army had put on the road<br>That led them to the wandering life of the 'no fixed abode'<br>Their mothers gave them life in their horse drawn vans and in their horse drawn vans they died<br>And from birth till death they roamed around the Irish countryside</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Outcasts in their own country and homeless and downtrod<br>But through their music dance and song linked to a greater God<br>And though they too had their human frailties so too don't we one and all<br>And fond and happy memories of them I can recall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their children and grand children don't live in a horse drawn van<br>For the late fifties brought great changes to the lives of the wandering clan<br>Yet by the by road at Annagloor around their camp fire in the moonlight<br>I still can hear them singing on a cold and frosty night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Duggan">Francis Duggan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=552904" data-title="Fond And Happy Memories de Francis Duggan" data-description="In the middle of February they always came to Annagloor And parked their horse drawn vans by the by road the travelling Irish poor They came for the March horse fair in Millstreet Town horses they bought and sold And a beautiful Pinto to them was ..."></div> </div> </div>

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