School: Béal an Átha Móir (B.)

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1. Aughnasheelin

   

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   I'm lonely since I said goodbye.
   And shook my comrade's hand,
   Since cruel fate decreed that
   I should leave my native land.
   That saintly earth that gave me birth,
   The land that I adore,
   My father's cot, that cherished spot,
   Not far from Ballinamore.

   II

   It was hard to leave the dear old land,
   The land where I did dwell.
   It was hard to part with scenes so grand
   With friends I loved so well.
   Where I did stray in boyish play,
   To pluck the crab and sloe,
   By Tubman's Fort, that famed resort,
   With comrades long ago.

   III

   And in my dreams no wonder.
   That I wander back again,
   To meet my old companions,
   At the end of Charlie's Lane

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Charlie Comerford

   Gender

   Male

   Informant

   Tom Creamer

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Stradermot, Co. Leitrim