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1. Old Songs - Remembrance of Home (continued)

   

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   The young maidens appeared in their finest array.
   So loving they looked as the youths passed them by,
   Contentment and joy, seemed to beam in each eye.
   I remember the bridge, with its arches so wide,
   That span the great Shannon as it rolls in its pride,
   And the old corn-mill at the foot of the hill,
   Tall dust and grey, I remember it still
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   But, of all, I remember the old school the best,
   And the kind, good, old master long since gone to rest,
   The dear friends of my youth

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Patrick Owens

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Cloonfad, Co. Roscommon