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[bodytext] => A hostage of the pen while courting with the bottle Who would listen to the confessions of an Irish rebel? As the borstal boy grows into a quare old fellow The leaving party waves him off as the old halls become hollow The bell chimes out his words, playing like an auld triangle Inspired by a laughing boy who was his mother’s idol The twisting of another rope is all that it takes And everybody will sing his songs for years after the wake The big house with its garden party is where he will stay As slumber brings Shane along to pass the time of day The captain and the kings play deaf to the song of the soldier While to Shane he turns and says “hold your hour and have another” The landlady will keep her hostage no more The scarperer is moving out, just like 1954 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 156 [topic] => 38 [informant] => sl8r [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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