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(Phil Coulter)
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,
And 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 flyer
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 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 die.
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