The Shores of the Swilly av Phil Coulter. Dette er teksten til en sang fra Nord Irland. Forfatteren forteller om seg selv, han er en av de to barna som leker ved fjorden, den andre er søsteren hans. Da de ble voksne druknet søsteren nettopp i denne fjorden.
By the shores of the Swilly, two children at play
The king of the castle, the queen of the may
Just me and my sister, in a world of pretend
Where the sun would keep shining, the day never end
By the shores of the Swilly, now with kids of our own
Another year over, and see how they've grown
Then we'd watch the last sunset, and walk arm in arm
Till I see you next summer; God keep you from harm
And if I was a flier who crashed now and then,
she would put me together and fly me again.
And if I was a flier who crashed now and then,
she would put me together and fly me again.
By the shores of the Swilly, with an aching inside
I'll watch as her body is raised from the tide...
Her life has been taken, and I'll never know why
but I feel in that moment, a part of me died...
Sist sett
