THE BANSHEE'S CALL


Her shriek split the night,
and twas terrifying in its pitch,
out by auld Jack Dempseys house,
in the bog.

That mackerel sky night, atop the hill,
she slowly sang her death cry,
below in the cottages, twas heard
the shrieking, Banshee's call.

Twas auld Maggie Farrell, passed away near dawn,
and the wise old heads went nodding in agreement,
wasn't it foretold, they whispered,
by the angel of death.

And there gaze was drawn to the hill,
each wondering, when would she cry again, and for whom,
and they patted each other reassuringly, on the back,
blessing themselves, secretly hoping it would be each other.