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  1. Raglan Road

Raglan Road - Patrick Kavanagh 1946.

A poem by Patrick Kavanagh of unrequited love for Hilda Moriarty, a medical student from Co. Kerry. Years later Patrick gifted the song to Luke Kelly of the Dubliners in The Bailey Pub in Dublin.

Lyrics

On Raglan Road on an autumn day, I saw her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare, That I might one day rue
I saw the danger, and I passed, Along the enchanted way
And I said, "Let grief be a falling leaf, At the dawning of the day"

On Grafton Street in November, We tripped lightly along the ledge
Of a deep ravine where can be seen, The worth of passions pledged
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, And I not making hay
Oh, I loved too much and by such, by such, Is happiness thrown away

I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone
With word and tint I did not stint, I gave her poems to say
With her own name there and her own dark hair
Like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly, My reason must allow
That I had loved not as I should, A creature made of clay
When the angel woos the clay, He'd lose his wings at the dawn of day.