my heart was warm with family love as I slipped into a 

chair 

                    beside my uncle john, my daughters 'cross the table there 

                    I'd walked the docks in misty rain, a pain was in my legs 

                    but I'd seen the dream of kinsmen in the boats of Killybegs 



                    the banter of my uncle and my daughters filled the air and 

the

                    gunning brothers?(Donegalers) next to us were glad that we 

were there 

                    I was kind of quiet listening at the window ledge 

                    for the music of the harbor, the birds of Killybegs 



                    down the coast not far was Galway land of joys (Joyce) and 

kinnamar?

                    at their (after) supper and asleep we would visit? (be 

goin') there tomorrow 

                    I worried if my words would e'er be sung by Irishmen 

                    or out (rot) here on the docks?? 

                    like the fish of Killybegs 



                    a radio was playing though we never heard a word (I don't 

think this phrase is right) 

                    but the rhythm of the music was familiar if absurd

 and harkning

                     (a heightening) intensity? for silence did I beg 

                    oh what a song was playing in the air of Killybegs 



                    I couldn't quite believe it for it sounded rather strange 

                    the instruments were different and the key had been changed 

                    I reached to turn the volume up then teetered on my legs 

a girl from Tipperary sang my song in Killybegs

                    a girl from Tipperary sang my song in Killybegs