School: An Pasáiste Thoir (B.), Port Láirge
- Location:
- Passage East, Co. Waterford
- Teacher: Proinnsias Ó Heachthigheirn
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0652, Page 195
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- (continued from previous page)But now I am a prisoner
In Salt Mills lonely pound
Where I spend the weary hours
Listening to the ocean's sound.II
These men they are so cruel
They think but of the law
My food is poor and scanty
Just a bite of oaten straw.III
As I watch the Hook light flashing
Through the rusty iron gate,
It makes me sad and weary
Lonely waiting for my fate.
For to-morrow I'll be auctioned
And heavy is my cross
To a tinker down from Carrick
Or a joulter up from Ross.IV
But if ever I will get my freedom
I swear I will go back
To view the lights of Passage
From the hills of Ballyhack.
