Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. Galway (continued)

   

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   I pray God may it be my lot to travel back some day
   To scenes I love and can't forget at home in Sweet Galway.

   There is no one where I was born would recognize me face:
   Yet still I hope that some bright morn I'll see that lovely place.
   The friends I loved in early youth are long since passed away,
   But I will pray above their graves at home in Sweet Galway.

   

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2. Sometime

   

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   Why should he lay his secret bare,
   Speak to the world his hidden woe?
   You'll read his tale, somehow, somewhere,
   And know.
   His grief - worn heart in that dim light
   Shall rise unmindful of the past,
   And truth shall triumph in the fight,
   At last

   

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • John J. Walsh