LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON
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(Dead -To Olivier Georges Destrée

Lionel Pigot Johnson (1867 – 1902)

 

IN Merioneth, over the sad moor

Drives the rain, the cold wind blows:

Past the ruinous church door,

The poor procession without music goes

 

Lonely she wandered out her hour, and died.

Now the mournful curlew cries

Over her, laid down beside

Death's lonely people: lightly down she lies.

 

In Merioneth, the wind lives and wails,

On from hill to lonely hill:

Down the loud, triumphant gales,

A spirit cries Be strong! and cries Be still!

 

IN Merioneth, over the sad moor

Drives the rain, the cold wind blows:

 

In Merioneth, the wind lives and wails,

On from hill to lonely hill:

Down the loud, triumphant gales,

A spirit cries Be strong! and cries Be still!

 

Merioneth Oh oh oh aah etc

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