The cold wind breaks the Antrim coast
The heavy rain shakes the sailing boats
The Irish winter does notting to deter the dreaded ghost
The prison guard fastens his long black coat
Alone and forgotten he sits
Hungry tired and worn
The cell darkly lit
He just stands there to mourn
Suddenly he hears a sound
Drums in the distance whaling from the sky
To his window he goes to try to see
Something tells him he'll soon be free
The drums continue to sound the whaling now so loud
Through the window comes the ghost
To the prisoner she has a toast
Your mission now complete she says
Now you may be free i will take you home
This is the end of your roam
But o no you are not dieing the ghost says while there flying
Because any time one of your children says the words reborn again you shall be
The words they are simple to learn say them one say them all
Bobby Be Free
Bobby Be Free
God Bless You Ireland may one day you be free.

Whoever you are, thank you so much for this beautiful poem.


Bobby be free.

♥