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2019-05-22 23:51
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The following is a poem made by my grand uncle David Godley about a Hubby, horse.
Come to the west boys, come along with me,
Come to the west, and our hubby you will see.
She is the lily in the summer
She is the lily in the spring,
She is the lily still in winter
when the small birds cease to sing.
Our first visit was to Pat Kenny
In the mountan glen or Lee,
Situated at the point conveient to the sea.