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These have more language than my song,
Take them and let them speak for me.
I whispered them a secret
Down the green lanes of Allary.
You shall remember quiet
Watching them fade, and quiet eyes,
And two hearts given up to love,
A foolish and an overwise.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 [page 62]Poem Dated: France,
April
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Allary is possibly an anglicised spelling of Allaire, a French Village.
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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