Poem introduction

A couple of miles from Innisfree, no four or five miles from Innisfree, there's a great rock called Dooney Rock where I had often picnicked when a child. And when in my 24th year I made up a poem about a merry fiddler I called him 'The Fiddler of Dooney' in commemoration of that rock and of all those picnics. The places mentioned in the poem are all places near Sligo.

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