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The Ballad of Anne-Marie O'Brien (Dara Sheahan)

Here's a song I wrote. Lyrics: When I was an orphan child On my uncle's farm They gave to me a tinker's pup It died right in my arms In the act of making me My mother left this world My father soon departed too His dangling toes all curled The tinker men staying down the way Would cross themselves at me Their piebalds shook all skeletal And eyed me mournfully The hooded crows, they'd gather round But never caw nor crow They'd cock their heads down to the side And look at me just so Anne-Marie was half my size And half my age as well She'd meet me down by the lakeside She swore she'd never tell She had a mane of jet-black hair Her skin was soft as snow Her bony hands they curled in mine She'd never caw nor crow The wind blows through the lakeside reeds Like fingers through my hair Like whispers to the fishermen They found her body there Her mouth was stuffed with lakeside reeds Her crooked face all still Her body punctured, torn, and blue The crows had had their fill The fishermen kicked in my door Kicked in my teeth and all They dragged me to the halting site The tinker men they called They strung me up on a silver birch My legs kicked high and wild And in the distance, through the reeds I could hear my tinker child