In The Ford of the heroes
\nthere he lies,
\nbrave Tom Crean
\nnoble son of Annascaul,
\nwhere the gulf streams
\ncool, calm breeze,
\nlulls him into gentle
\nsleep,
\nbut hark and listen
\nand you will hear,
\nthe icy cold winds of Antarctica
\nsing a eulogy through
\nthe trees of Ballinacourty
\nto their courageous warrior,
\nhome to rest at last.
\nBy Brigid O Connor<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In The Ford of the heroes there he lies, brave Tom Crean noble son of Annascaul, where the gulf streams cool, calm breeze, lulls him into gentle sleep, but hark and listen and you will hear, the icy cold winds … Continue reading