If
he asleep would ever speak
Oh, what a tale he'd tell
that go-between whose looked serene
To heaven and through hell
From crannog, cairn, cave and rath
His story weaves and flows
To those who'd seek the pensive path Beneath Napoleon's Nose
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In
souterrains 'neath leafy lanes
With haughty solitude
Myths caught fire with Wolf and Squire
And spread to Hazlewood
Druidic chants and warlike rants
The cries of 'friends' or 'foes'?
Echoed 'round the land and town
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Madigan reigned from his domain
On the Fort of the High Mound
The Sperrin Hills, the Antrim Hills
And those of County Down
Once treasured lands at his command
From dawn 'til daylight's close
The chieftain's gold since bought and sold
Beneath Napoleon's Nose
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Samson's set in silhouette
In passive reverence
Goliath kneels a leg of steel
In grudging deference
In polite capitulation
They salute MacArt's repose
To please each congregation
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My travelling days, my roving ways
Are all but grains of sand
For in that town the truth I found
When first she held my hand
She showed me then the last Amen
I offered her a rose
My heart, her soul, a kiss we stole
Beneath Napoleon's Nose
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Eugene Dunphy, April 2002
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If he asleep would ever speak
Oh, what a tale he'd tell
That go-between who looks serene
To heaven and through hell
If we should tread the pensive path
And follow where it goes
May it guide us all to peace
Beneath Napoleon's Nose
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