Una Bawn, the days are long,
And the seas I cross are wide,
I must go when Ireland needs,
And you must bide.
And should I not return to
When the sails are on the tide,'Tis you will find the days so long,
Una Bawn, and I must bide.
Poem dated:
December 13th, 1916.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 page 39checked and verified JS
