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School: Taobh Breac (roll number 15227)

Location:
Tievebrack, Co. Donegal
Teacher:
Donnchadh E. Mac Congáile
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1098, Page 237

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  1. Springtime (continued)

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    Wither the frosts of life, not long enduring.
    3. Springtime of life,
    Dove on the wing
    Doubling thy strife
    E’en as I sing
    Oh! That some spell would a moment delay thee
    Fain would I pluck thy swift pinions and stay thee
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  2. Tillers of the Soil

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    1. Has the time not come when the poor man’s home
    Will more attention crave
    There’s a nation’s name and a nations fame
    And a nation’s life to save.
    There is famine’s dread and the fight for bread,
    And death’s rattle as they say,
    In the nation’s breath as she works for death
    With a dwindling peasantry.
    2. There’s a greed for gold with a certain fold
    That does the sceptre wield.
    While there’s drudgery and pay, pay, pay,
    With the man who tills the field
    He is driven away, for he cannot stay
    And never a tear is shed
    He shall not return and his land shall mourn
    For a useful soldier fled.
    3. Let the powers that be, their error see
    Driving out such husbandsmen,
    They can count the spoil from a delerict [sic] soil
    Let them balance their Budget, then!
    The greedy crew the wood may hew
    And carry the water pail
    And wring their hands. Their house in the sands
    Will be strewn about in the gale.
    4. Ye sons of toil that till the soil
    Come rally your land to save.
    And seize the tools from the jobbing fools
    That are digging the nation’s grave
    And in union band on the ramparts stand
    Till each mongrel foeman’s fled
    Or politics that would dare to fix
    The price of the nation’s bread.
    FINIS
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    History Edit
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Donnachadh E. Mac Congáile
    Gender
    Male
    Occupation
    Múinteoir
    Informant
    James Mc Loughlin
    Gender
    Male
    Address
    Tievebrack, Co. Donegal