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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575323" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad of Brother Walfrid</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My name is Andrew Kerins, <br>born and bred in Ballymote<br>I left my home at an early age <br>and traveled to Scotland in a trawler boat<br>Would I ever again see Ireland, <br>as the famine had stolen her strength<br>Would Scotland welcome the Diaspora, <br>of Irish men & women</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My calling of becoming a Marist Priest <br>led me to the Glasgow parish of St.Mary's<br>Where the immigrant Irish, poor and starved, <br>made home in the east end of the city<br>My heart cried out when I saw theses lost souls, <br>living in poverty and in squalor<br>As Protestant Scotland would not accept, <br>their accent, dress or culture.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I prayed day and night to Our Lord, <br>for the welfare of St.Patrick's flock, <br>As jobs were few and far between <br>as they were ridiculed, harassed and mocked, <br>From all over Ireland, they came to Glasgow, <br>to escape the potatoe blight<br>Some had wished they had went to America, <br>to live in the comfort of the stars and stripes</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw the hunger on the faces of children <br>when they sat for Sunday Mass, <br>My dream was to feed them once a day, <br>that became my spiritual task.<br>Along with the St Vincent de Paul Society, <br>we would reach out to these starving souls, <br>The Poor Children's 'Penny Dinner' Table was formed, <br>for the undernourished children of Glasgow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Donegal dialect and the Kerry brogue, <br>I heard within my confessional, <br>As Ireland’s lonely sons and daughters <br>spoke of broken hearts and promises, <br>I sought to feed their hunger <br>and bring hope to their shattered dreams<br>I fought to bring them comfort, <br>to silence their children’s screams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At St.Mary’s hall in the Calton, <br>in February of 1887<br>I joined the victory celebrations <br>for a football team called Hibernian, <br>They were the pride of every Irishman <br>from Scotland’s east and west coast, <br>Were we sang songs of dear old Ireland, <br>to Hibernian, some gave a toast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a vision of God before me, <br>inspiration came to me I a dream<br>Were the old east end of Glasgow, <br>would like Edinburgh, have an Irish team, <br>No more would Irish families live in poverty <br>or see their children sick, <br>For a football team would play for charity <br>and that team I would call Celtic.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For months, we toiled the barren land <br>that sat upon Janefield Street<br>And built a stadium for football <br>were the Irish would gather and meet, <br>I saw smiles appear on the faces of children, <br>who carried Ireland in their heart, <br>For they could not wait to welcome the Bhoys, <br>Who would one day grace Celtic Park.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Daniel McDonagh – Apr’27th 2006</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Daniel+McDonagh">Daniel McDonagh</a><div class=q>
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born and bred in Ballymote
I left my home at an early age 
and traveled to Scotland in a trawler boat
Would I ever again see Ireland, 
as the famine had stolen her strength
Would Scotland welcome the Diaspora, 
of Irish ..."></div>
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