Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. An Exile's Yearning (continued)

   

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   The gold wpon the finches is tarnished-like and dim; the lilac buds are open, but I cannot bear the sight, So faded and so droopin' every blossom seems to night, There's not a sweet white lily but is shadowed as it swings; There's no glory in the medows all the sun-- shine's taken wings; There's no music in the mornin; there's no flower but gives me pain, All the sweetness has departed and will never come again. There's a heavy shadow hagin' over earth and over sea, And I'm homesick for the country where the sun shines full and free I'm home sick for sweet Galway where I lived for many years. 'Ere hope was crossed or pleasure dimmed by sorrow and by tears.

   

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • John J. Walsh