Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)
- Date
- 1938
- Collector
- Location
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- (continued from previous page)And, soon, in just a little while,
From past the shimmering stars
He'll call you upwards with His smile -
Call you from the world of guile
Beyond the sunset bars. - O! let me breathe mine Irish air,
And let me walk an irish glen;
And let me see mine Irish sky,
And view her streams and hills again;
And let me walk the shady lane
Where song - birds pipe their vesper lay,
Ah, let mine anxious eyes behold
Mine Ireland, dear, far, far, away!'Twere blest to breathe the air that's filled(continues on next page)