School: Ráth Séideóg (roll number 8786)

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1. Biddy's Answer

   

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   Pat, agra, your letters come
   Like an angel o'er the wave,
   From my dear old Irish home,
   From beside my father's grave
   And you ask me to return
   O'er the love-dividing sea,
   Ah ! my eyes with hot tears burn,
   But I cannot go to thee.

   For my heart is still as proud
   As it was that fearful day,
   When my sire's grey head was bowed
   To the tyrant's brutal sway.
   When I swore that solemn vow
   To go far across the sea
   That a slave I ne'er would bow
   In your Erin, love, with thee.

   Dear I'm lonely and I'm sad
   And I long to see again
   Bridge and trysting-tree, my lad,
   Where I felt thy bosom's strain.
   When the city's ceaseless swell
   Sounds around me, suil machree,
   Back, recalled by memory's spell,

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Brigid Mc Ginley

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Breenagh, Co. Donegal