School: Paite Gobha (Pettigo)

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   II
   There is the rath by which we played,
   There Castle Termon's battered walls,
   And sure those eyes my pretty maid
   My memory at once recalls.
   That voice I've heard a thousand times -
   It cannot be so long ago
   Since you and I together crossed
   Drumhariff hill to Pettigo.
   III
   The primrose clusters kiss my feet,
   The daisies nod a "welcome back",
   The hawthorn sheds its fragrance sweet,
   The sunbeams play along my track,
   I feel the blood of other years
   Rush through my veins with blissful flow
   As I pass o'er with youthful step,
   Drumhariff hill to Pettigo.
   IV
   The way is short from friend to friend -
   One quaint old gable lost to view,
   Where yonder trees with blossoms bend,
   I see another peeping through.
   I see the forms of those I love,
   Move in the garden to and fro,
   With hopeful heart I hasten down
   Drumhariff hill to Pettigo.

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Mr Patrick Flood

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   38

   Address

   Pettigoe, Co. Donegal