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1. Poem - The Hills of Laragan Mór (continued)

   

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   I love each blade of grass, Oe'r which I used to ramble, On a Sunday after Mass, Ah! me, in dreams I chase each sun, Beneath green Erin's sky. The first and best of all the rest, Is down by the Laragan Side. My friends I big good night to you, I ne'er shall see you more, But I'll ne'er forget the green fields, And the high hills of Laragan Mór. Máire Ní raghnaill. Áit-Tighe Mic Aogha, béulasa Co Mhuigheó Do thug Mairéad Beag Bean Ní Dhurcáin an dán seo dom 85 bliana d'aois anois Micheal Ó Domhnaill as leachaide go blíana d'aois. (tá sébi fóa freisin) a cheap é

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Máire Ní Raghnaill

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Attimachugh, Co. Mayo

   Informant

   Mairéad Beag Bean Ní Dhurcáin

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   85

   Address

   Leckee, Co. Mayo