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Like no straitjacket or chains or Black Maria

Could ever bring Houdini to heel

Or keep him penned in for all that long,

So Sweeney, king of escape artists and identity switchers

In flight from his home in Dalnaria –

Look up there, tweeters and twitchers,

Wood-lovers and tree-huggers – to the heavens above

Nutt’s Corner and Aldergrove,

Going off course over the Sperrins and Lough Foyle

And the shifting tightrope bridge at Carrick-a-Rede

Like your man in

The Shaughraun of Carnteel

Or the sparrow flitting through the rafters in the great hall

with long fires described by Venerable Bede

And veering off over the Straits of Moyle

Up to the Holy Loch and Loch Long.