As I went up to Dunamore along the river way
I heard the blackbirds fluting low
Among the osiers gray.And they were tuning for themselves
In sweetly stumbling rhyme
Half-minded chords learned long ago
From harps of olden time.–F.J.J. Malone
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Cousin? Ancestor? Coincidence?
My grandfather, whose 101st birthday would have been yesterday.