In The Village Of Rathmore

Poem By Francis Duggan

She had loved him and she still does and love's ache hurts to the core
But he left her and forgot her in the Village of Rathmore
Promised her he'd be back to her he'd return by the May
But she never more did see him and where he live now who can say.

She has lost some of her beauty through her brown locks strands of gray
Youth bring a fresh flush of beauty that passing time will take away
She's known love and disappointment for the future what's in store
For a spinster in her mid life in the Village of Rathmore? .

He went off one bleak December many, many years ago
When the hill of Caherbarnagh wore his christmas hat of snow
Like the migrant bird of Winter he landed on another shore
And left young woman to fret for him in the Village of Rathmore.

Time has eased the ache that love brought but the memory remain
Of the man she loved who left her could she ever love again?
There's a saying that still rings truly 'once bitten and twice shy'
If by love you have been hurted is love worth another try? .

She was loveliest in the Village when she was in her prime day
And she had loved and she had trusted and for both such high
price to pay
He went off one bleak December and landed on another shore
And left young woman to fret for him in the Village of Rathmore.

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