Listen my love

As you take my hand

As we walk gently to the town’s fair

I can no longer love you

in the way that you wish

under Wolfs Tone’s marbled stare.

You see my Ma thinks that we have

no future together

and I’m inclined to agree

for I seek a different life sailing the sea

beyond our small life

here in Bantry.

So she said her fond farewells

his face drowned in tears,

and the taste of bitter salt