School: An Mhainistir, Móin Rátha (roll number 14243)
- Location:
- Mountrath, Co. Laois
- Teacher: Br Columban Ó Cróinín
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0833, Page 329
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“The Southern Pauper to his Priest "Oh, father! how can we believe what they say...”
(continued from previous page)on the green hills of Clare."You know dont you father - you cannot but know
The heart we had for you in weal or in woe.
In sunshine or storm we love or revere.
Our soggarth - the pride and glory of Clare.
Sure faith never fled from the green hills of Clare.In times long ago when the heretics steel"
Was crimson with blood when the Priest had to kneel.
In scour or lone Raheen to whisper his prayer
He always was safe in the green hills of Clare;
The Priest - hunters dread the tall man of Clare.When the red coated yeomen rode forth from the town
With pistol and sword shouting "Croppy lie down!(continues on next page)