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1. Local Songs - Farewell to Boyle (continued)

   

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   A name to Ireland dear,
   Whose sires of old, 'neath green and gold
   Led clansmen to the fights.
   And gave deep graves to foreign knaves
   Who dare dispute their rights.
   To rule, to live, to make and give,
   Our fathers on their soil,
   Pure Irish laws within our cause
   Bannagh Leacht! past days in Boyle.

   III
   Farewell, dear ruined Abbey,
   The pride of days gone by
   Your grand majestic form
   Once proud, erect and high.
   Yet stand thy lofty gables
   Still battling with the years,
   From age to age, a living page
   Of Ireland's faith and tears.
   Thy noble river sweeps aloud,
   Imparting silvery spray,
   And every wave salutes the brave
   Old Abbey, old and grey.
   Sacred shrine of monks divine
   That ages can't despoil
   Nor tyrants' might e're quench the light
   That shone upon you. Boyle.

   IV
   Farewell Lough Key,
   Farewell to all the happy hours

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   History Edit

   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Patrick Hynes

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Boyle, Co. Roscommon