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1. A Poem Composed about Raftery's Death

   

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   A Poem Composed about Raftery's Death

   
   What means this crowd of people?
   What means this beat of drum?
   Why go they to the church yard?
   From wherefore have they come?
   Why gather here the rich and poor?
   From east, west, south, and north.
   There is someone speaking to the throng,
   And ringing cheers go forth.

   
   I put these different questions
   To an old and feeble man.
   His hair is white as driven snow,
   His face is thin and wan.
   But though old age has done its work,
   And still his merry eye lit up
   And thus he made reply in kind and kindling smile.

   
   Its now three score and five long years
   Since I was but a boy
   And Raftery dwelt amongst
   When I was in my prime.

   
   On a Sunday evening
   The boys and girls would come,
   And listen there with willing ear
   To Raftery's latest poem,

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