art We loved the beauty of Black Sod Bay
The cottage was high on the hill where you could
see the fishing boats coming in to the pier.
We bought fresh from the fisherman and cooked our first lobster.
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Music: The Old Rambler

Black Sod Bay

We spent a week, less a day
In a cottage overlooking Black Sod Bay
We came for an extended stay
But the Ghosts scared us away

In the middle of the night
A pounding on the door
Gave us such a fright
We stayed there no more

I looked out the windows and nothing was there
Only the movement in the bushes caused by the air
Our Irish friends said, “perhaps the house was haunted”
They said this, and acted undaunted

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