"Remembering Frederick Robert
Higgins" Foxford's famous poet, friend of W.B.Yeats, and former Director
of the Abbey Theatre Dublin. He organised and accompanied the first tour of the
Abbey Players to North America He wrote volumes of poetry and a number of
plays. Why not visit the locations of some of his poems while at the Gathering
Foxford 2013 on the 2nd, 3rd and 4th August 2013.
Padraic O'Conaire Gaelic Storyteller
by F.R. Higgins
They've paid the last respects in sad tobacco
And silent is this wakehouse in its haze;
They've paid the last respects; and now their whiskey
Flings laughing words on mouths of prayer and praise;
And so young couples huddle by the gables.
O let them grope home through the hedgy night -
Alone I'll mourn my old friend, while the cold dawn
Thins out the holy candlelight.
by F.R. Higgins
They've paid the last respects in sad tobacco
And silent is this wakehouse in its haze;
They've paid the last respects; and now their whiskey
Flings laughing words on mouths of prayer and praise;
And so young couples huddle by the gables.
O let them grope home through the hedgy night -
Alone I'll mourn my old friend, while the cold dawn
Thins out the holy candlelight.
