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She smiles at me from beyond the Eastern sea-shore
Flashing Jewelling eyes, she hoists her skirts so high
Nouvelle Cuisine or an oyster bar - it's really up to her
I'll write every cheque she brings to me
She shoots on sight - it's her European Legacy
Round the castle walls - about the Highlands and the Islands
The faint reminders stand. Visitors who took a hand
A thousand years ago, or so - stranded high and dry by tides
Washed up a new identity, the channel's wide
But it's their European Legacy
I strain my eyes - against the southern light advancing
On whiter cliffs I'm high, the sea birds roll and thumble as they fly
I hear distant mainland music echo in my island ears
My feet begin to move instinctly
To the warmer beat of my European Legacy
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