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1911-2003
The flock has all scattered
Gone in all directions the wind cries evermore
Oh William Mclain the Highlander is dead
Harken the bards and troubadours
The man has gone
Passed on to that big poetic hoedown in the sky
Blessed now to be making love with angels
Oh dirty old man
The clan of poet warriors has all united in eulogy
Cast sunshine into our hearts
Wild flower Irish rose a thistle for your thoughts
Bonny mad boys Oh bonny mad boys
May we all drink a toast of whiskey and scotch
Fine red wine the beer and frothy ale
Resting underneath the old oak tree
The raven gaze down and look upon us
And all the muses with your blessing
Our soul made pure, salvation
May all rejoice to thy good reckoning and carry on
I hold a rosary in my hand in memory of you
Out there beyond the Golden Shores of California
Beyond the Emerald Isles and the depths of Loch Ness
Past the moon and purple sage beyond the stars
Oh dirty old man to see into your eyes a lifetime
Naked our spirit reborn again we march to Calvary
In this time of world war you remember the last one
May we find harmony and deliverance
May we dare to dream a beautiful dream
Lying in the four leaf clover oh William McLain
With all the love and strength you give us
We pray for peace...
©2003, Ben Porter Lewis
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