School: Kilflynn, Lic Snámha (roll number 15033)
- Location:
- Kilflyn, Co. Kerry
- Teacher: Tomás Ó Hallmhúráin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0412, Page 262
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Alas! dear Island sorrow from thee, they went away,
Poor, friendless and disconsolate, in other lands they stray,
In every clime the sun doth shine from Australia to Peru,
They breath fond prayers to Heaven, dear native land for you.
VII
Oppressions, withering, blighting, curse dispels that gallant band,
From the sacred toys of kindred, to many a distant land,
But it could not crush their manly hearts, or did their spirits quail,
Ah! they were good and generous, those brave sons of the [?].
VIII
Some nobly fought in freedom cause therefore the story tells,
Of their daring pluck and bravery 'mid scrape, and shot and shell,
While round lay dead and dying, how some were heard to say,
Brave boys will free the old land yet, our Green Isle far away.
IX
Ah! memory why remind me? of those friends so good and kind
Or! why will you recall again, the scenes I left behind,
For the friends shall never greet me, or those scenes I ne'er shall view,
Alas, I'm exiled far away, dear Isle, from them and you.
