IN TIR NA N'OG
I got drunk to wash my fear away:
Everything was not OK,
But I could bear it better.
I got drunk, and fell into a sleep
Of turmoil: there, time had a softer grip,
And I could bear it better.
I cowered twenty years alone:
When I woke, the friends of my youth were gone;
But I could bear it better.
I saw the day was nearly done,
The sun in the sky going down;
But I could bear it better.
The sun is almost out of sight:
Coming to the end of the letter,
Now, I bear it better!
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Out of time
In reply to An fear as Tír na nóg by NollaigO
An fear as Tír na nóg
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Otherwise known as Oisín i ndiadh na Fianna - a man out of his time!
Is Seán atá i gceist.