School: Effin (C.), Ráthluirc (roll number 8334)
- Location:
- Effin, Co. Limerick
- Teacher: Mrs A. Fitzgerad
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0509, Page 134
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- There's a little brown house mid a cluster of brush
Away on a hill that is dim
By a little bright brook that comes down with a rush
To get lost in the cliff at the brim2
There's a little white road that comes up from the moor
And winds away down to the shore
And on by the deep rugged cliffs round the bay
There in life I shall wander no more3
I am passing away - tis nigh my last hour
In a land far away from my dream
it's my prayer where I'm gone that my spirit return
To that little thatched house by the stream4
And there where the clock chimes the hour to the dead
And winds through the lone wood do sigh
I will sit twixt the hob and the old settle bed
Where oft I have lain when a boy5
I'll enter each room and look into each nook
And climb up the small garret stairs
And kneel by the bed neath the little red lamp(continues on next page)
