Push for PORTER

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Thom Moore


As I walk the road from Killeshandra
weary I sit down
For it's twelve long miles around the lake
to get to Cavan Town
Though Oughter and the road I go
once seemed beyond compare
Now I curse the time it takes to reach
my Cavan girl so fair

The autumn shades are on the leaves,
the trees will soon be bare
Each red-coat leaf around me seems
the colours of her hair
My gaze retreats to find my feet
and once again I sigh
For the broken pools of sky remind
the colour of her eyes

At the Cavan cross each Sunday morning,
there she can be found
And she seems to have the eye of
every boy in Cavan Town
If my luck will hold I'll have the golden
summer of her smile
And to break the hearts of Cavan men
she'll talk to me a while

So next Sunday evening finds me homeward
- Killeshandra bound -
To work the week till I return
and court in Cavan Town
When asked if she would be my bride,
at least she'd not said no
So next Sunday morning, I'll rouse myself
and back to her I'll go