MY  WEE  MILK-BOY

( Desmond Healey, a young Belfast milk-boy, was murdered by the

British Army on Internment Day, August 9^th 1971. )

by

SEAMUS  ROBINSON   © 1973

 

New days will come and old days go,

Some bringing joy, some bringing woe;

But in my heart will ever lie,

The memory of my wee milk-boy.

 

I still can see his cheerful face,

And hear his voice about the place;

O who will blame me if I cry,

When I recall my wee milk-boy.

 

Young Dessie Healey was his name,

Upon his clan he brought no shame;

He loved his land and vowed to try,

To break her chains, my wee milk-boy.

 

Then came that awful August day,

The British came to have their way;

They raised their guns, said some must die,

The first to fall, my wee milk-boy.

 

New days will come and old days go,

Some bringing joy, some bringing woe;

But in my heart will ever lie,

The memory of my wee milk-boy.

 

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