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.
Turn up your sound and I'll read the poem to you!
Music: The Old Rambler
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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. Turn up your sound and I'll read the poem to you! Music: The Old Rambler |
Black Sod BayWe 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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