School: Brosna (B.) (roll number 13018)

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1. Song by J.D. Cronin, San Francisco on His Return to Home (continued)

   

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   We're at Feales Bridge, the moon shines bright;
   Just four miles from the borough.
   If we dont make the grade to night
   We'll get there by to-morrow.
   The Clydagh, picturesque and grand
   We now are passing over
   No place like this in any land
   So writes the Kerry Rover.
   Round Patsy's cross we rolled on high
   We're passing Regan's court (now Neffernan's)
   Where lords and dukes in days gone by
   Did dine, and wine and sport.
   Tis Brosna cross, through fog and rain
   I see the Chapel spire.
   Thanks be to God, I'm home again
   For years my hearts desire.

   
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   As through old burgh we did go.
   How strange it looked to me.
   Where hovels stood, thatched dingy, low,
   Sky scrapers now you see.
   The streets are wide with asphalt laid
   Some new men here and there
   And on the curb the names engraved
   To guide you everywhere
   A street now runs the whole way down
   At the back of Billy's Alley

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   William O' Connor

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   46

   Occupation

   Postman

   Address

   Brosna, Co. Kerry