Scoil: Ballyduff B. N. School

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1. Sweet Kate of Ballyduff (ar lean)

   

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   Her beauty bright no pen can write
   The painters are but stuff,
   She'd still outlive both paint & I,
   Sweet "Kate of Ballyduff

   IV
   I lay me on the bed she made
   My wearied limbs to rest
   Strange visions filled my frantic brain
   Strange feelings filled my breast.
   I courted sleep, but the drowsy God
   Spread from me fast enough
   Until brought back by the silvery song
   Of "Kate of Ballyduff."

   V
   She sang a song of old Tom Moore's
   And sang it with a will,
   But the sweet music of her voice
   Went through my heart a'trill
   A trill which time can never cure
   The placid seems a'rough
   She'd still outlive both paint & I
   Sweet "Kate of Ballyduff"

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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