Today I’d leave my Gallony home

Today I’d leave my Gallony home

The 3rd of August had quickly come
I looked around my Gallony home
The dress lay on the bed end rail
My sleeping sisters slumbering there

My father’s step above
Drew me to the open loft of the wee house
Mother and father since I was six
Today he’d walk me to St Theresa’s Church

My eyes fell on fiddle and bow
My Galloney home warm with songs and marching tunes
My sleeping sisters in their bed
Oh how I’d miss the fun we had

My father Pat’s palm work worn and rough
Strokes my hair and bade me dress
“Today St Theresa’s will see the
Loveliest bride to grace her altar rails.”
The 3rd of August of’38 came on winged feet
My sisters smiling in their sleep
Oh how I’ll miss their company
Today I leave my Gallony home to wed
Gemma C Hill 2020