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The Old Priest Peter Gilligan 2 by Ajit

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The Old Priest Peter Gilligan 2

Contemporary Ballad

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The old priest Peter Gilligan Was weary night and day,
For half his flock were in their beds, Or under green sods lay.
Once while he nodded on a chair, At the moth hour of year,
Another poor man sent for him, And he began to grieve.
I have no rest, nor joy, nor peace, For people die and die,
And after crying he God forgive, My body's fake, not I.
He knelt him, leaning on the chair, He prayed and fell asleep,
And the moth hour went from the fields, And stars began to peep.
They slowly into millions grew, And leaves shook in the wind,
And God covered the world with shade, And whispered to mankind,
Upon the time of sparrow chirp, When the moths came once more,
The old priest Peter Gilligan Stood upright on the floor.
My Bromley, my Bromley, The man has died,
While I slept on the chair, He roused his horse out of its sleep,
And rode with little care, He rode now as he never rode,
By rocky lane and fan, The sick man's wife opened the door,
Father, you come again.
And there's the poor man dead, He cried he died an hour ago,
The old priest Peter Gilligan In grief swayed to and fro,
When you were gone, he turned and died, As merry as a bird.
The old priest Peter Gilligan, He knelt him at that word,
He who hath made the night of stars, For souls who tire and bleed,
Sends one of his great angels down, To help me in my need,
He who is wrapped in purple robes, With planets in his care,
Had pity on the least of things, Asleep upon the chair.
And there's the poor man dead, He cried he died an hour ago,
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