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I took a reed and blew a tune,
And sweet it was and very
To be about a little
That only few hold dear.
Three times the cuckoo named himself,
But nothing heard him on the hill,
Where I was piping like an
The air was very still.'Twas all about a little thingI made a mystery of sound,
I found it in a fairy
Upon a fairy mound.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 [page 63-64]Poem Dated: June 2nd, 1917.
Words and spelling verified JS
Francis Ledwidge
Francis Edward Ledwidge (19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917) was an Irish war poet and soldier from County Meath.[1] Sometimes known as the "poet of
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