Lovers of Loftus HallA Poem by Tomás Ó CárthaighSome women say all men who are lovers are devils, and that may be true, this is a story of the girl who loved the devil himself...She was a fine maiden of thirty years He had lost his way in the Hook Head fog It is said, as the whist games were won, A card dropped by her showed his cloven feet: He was no mortals son! A scream she let, in a puff of smoke he went She lost her mind, poor Amy By some its said she can be seen More say a skeleton once upon a time She loved well, as well did he, We know poor Amy lost her mind Some slept while the room had a bed It had been changed to a billiard room Today, Loftus Hall is torn down Sources* The story of Amy Tottenham from the Tottenham family themselves Some More Poems: © 2017 Tomás Ó CárthaighReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 16, 2017 Last Updated on August 16, 2017 Tags: loftus hall, ghost story, haunting, the devil, ann tottenham AuthorTomás Ó CárthaighRenmore, Galway, Ireland, An Roinne Mór, Gallaimh, Eire, IrelandAboutTen years on this site... a quick decade, and an age in another way... Flanagan and the Lampost The Novena, some Drama and Midge Ure in Galway Fiddling at Longford Donkey Innovat.. more..Writing
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