Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/the Naked planet, No. 23: "Irish Rovers..."
COME ALL U Irish Rovers, come all you Strangers, come all you Travellers; and come on home to Me.
Does She/He love U? Do U care? Can U see a DIAMOND for a SPADE? - which, leaves U where? -A KNAVE?
Come all U Irish Rovers? Come all you Strangers! Come all you Travellers: And come on home with me.
What will U do? What CAN U do!? And Winter heralds, as by Agincourt: "GREAT KING, The day is yours; we come to book our Dead.!?"
And WE ...unknowing...that the battle is WON....?
Come all U Irish Rovers! Come all U strangers! Come all U Travellers: And come on home with me.
In SINEW, SPICE and all things nice a WIZARD "sez" to Me? -: "Thou who art forlorn? Asperto, domani e quando-domani?" -like a song-canzone...caught in the breeze.
Come all U Irish Rovers. Come all U Strangers. Come all you Travellers; and come on HOME to me.
c 2014/davedelacroix/piacenza-italia.
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