Walking in fields of wild heather
Two fine gentlemen out for a hunt
Their two companions ahead of them
Sheamus the leader in front
Doyle holding the dogs at bay
McGuarty walks briskly in stride
Discussions about the way it was
In Ireland before they had died
One tells the other of how far they walked
The other declares he walked farther
Doyle was related to the Queen
McGuarty used to know King Arthur
All in a day of endless talks
Each defending their name
Without such drama what would life be
It would never be the same
Two friends who now walk in eternity
In an everlasting sun
Each day they walk together
In a friendship that is never done
~Moses~
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