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Grace O'Malley part 8 ©

Howth Castle

Joe Sharp
Stra'ven, Scotland
2005

After sailing for a week the ship dropped anchor in a little creek
Grace had heard by word of mouth the hospitality of Castle Howth
The door of the fort was locked from inner
The inhospitable Lord was at his dinner

She abducted the son of the Lord that day
And sailed with him back to her home in the bay
The ransom demanded and always be payable
An extra place must ever be set at the table

So if ever you’re passing the Castle of Howth
And you’re looking for something delicious to chew
Remember you heard it by word of mouth
Just say the lovely Grace O’Malley sent you


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