Carlisle Bridge.
Carlisle Bridge
As a boy, I stood on Carlisle Bridge;
Watched ships pass out below;
Heading off for foreign lands,
Where palms and cactus grow.
I would dream of places ,
And sights I'd see,
When I'd grow up some day,
And head off on a cargo ship;
Bound for Amerikay.
I'd see Wounded Knee; the Alamo;
The Navajo and Cree;
If only I could be a man,
And sail away to sea.
Then boyhood faded, oh! so fast.
In lighthouse first I worked:
Then on a ship, I headed off,
For the lands of Greek, and Turk.
The wonders of the world, I saw,
And ten years toil and sweat.
I saw the land of Geronimo:
I enjoyed it all; but yet,
The savage loves his native shore:
Sight or feeling can't compete,
With Cork Harbour on a Summer day,
Carlisle Bridge beneath my feet.
I stood today on Carlisle Bridge:
Watched ships pass out below:
Heading off for foreign lands,
Where palms and cactus grow.
Boyhood thoughts came flooding back,
Of lands across the seas.
I dreamed my dreams of warmer climes,
Then got down on my knees:
Thanked God for the circle now complete:
Safe from the ocean's roar;
On Carlisle Bridge on a day like this,
Dreaming childhood dreams once more.