Listowel River Boat song
By rory cobbe
12 May 2008
She upon the Ford
As I cast my self once more
upon the ever ebbing flow
I can only row the boat ahead me
in which i live and toil so
all my words and my my transgressions
are there for all to see
as she passes on the road
to where her husband has brought her home
but no she does not love him
for this shape she has become
will not hold her nor possess her
for any time to come
For she has a cold persuasion
of constellation and of steel
a broken soul she leaves behind her
as I'm crushed beneath the wheel
for at this ford i once did meet
and fall in love with my sweet girl
as I helped her cross the torrent
my heart she stole and made her own
for though she has no mercy
and leaves me here just shattered bone
I cannot now just forget her
and must live my life alone
But a farmers son am i
and she to manors born
so i must take my self to carry
flintlock and musket ball
As war has made me a kings soldier
and has sent me far from home
But one day I will return a man
with purpose and deeds my own
And then my canny sprite
capture you beneath the moonlight
and take you back where you belong
Anon Circa 1878
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