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Song Link. Just click the link to hear the track.My dad was born in Milford, Co. Donegal a long time ago.
Donegal is a place I can go to, a bit like the North Antrim Coast
where there is space to breath and it doesn’t matter what the weather
is like. Consequently Donegal, in general, is like Northern Ireland without
the headache. You can kind of forget about that side of things.
Donegal Pony
By Randall Stephen Hall ©
There’s a horse in the moon love
And he’s looking so free.
And he runs with the stars love
Though he’s caught in a field.
And he doesn’t need pockets
Cause he carries no shame.
And he’s coming to see me
Though he knows not my name.
We are tired and torn.
We are rough round the edge.
My belt I have tightened
On the thorns of the hedge.
But this Donegal pony
Doesn’t care who I am.
Doesn’t care who I am.
So I pull up some grass now
And just hold out my hand.
Ah the moon she is rising
And she’s looking so fine.
Like a bride with no bride groom.
How I wish she was mine.
Oh Cathy come home now.
I don’t care what you said.
Like a Donegal pony
Won’t you come stroke my head.
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