Poetry
Emily {An Irish folktale} Ye al' coom' walkin’ twards me Faces hung sa lang Ey knew what they wer’ sayin’ The toughts wer’ already in me mind Ey looked at yon window No cookin’ fire did I see Al’ wer’ midnight In the room of Emily As I wuz approachin’ A heart sa sad an' low Ey sawr the ghost of me... Sign in to see full entry.