The soft music fills the ear.
The sound of the Celtic fiddle sings a joyful beat.
The Irish castle looming in the distance.
A soothing voice gentles the pain.
The shine of a Claddagh warming in the heat.
The soft music fills the ear.
A history of bloodshed fills the hills like the story of Abel and Cain.
The young goats suckle on a mother’s teat
The Irish castle looming in the distance.
The silence of the grassy hills broken by the screech of a train.
The towering silver and gold and gems sparkle the noble’s seat.
The soft music fills the ear.
The shepherd relishes in his monetary gain.
The locals celebrate the latest hunt for meat.
The Irish castle looming in the distance.
The roads are soaked and flooded with the daily Irish rain.
The clothes line pulling in the wind, the little wife’s apron clean and neat.
The soft music fills the ear.
The Irish castle looming in the distance.
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