School: Com Liath (Scoil Brighde) (roll number 8924)
- Location:
- Coomleagh West, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Muircheartach Ó Cróinín
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0282, Page 542
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- You Irish people one and all attention pay to meTill I'll relate the praises of my native countryAlthough being far across the seas, my memory do runAnd I bless the day I chanced to stray from Castledonovan.
No pen or talent can describe, the praises of this place'Tis blest for generations by men of a stylish raceSince Breenan now, he is laid low, its praises he has won But he is far from Deelis now, as likewise Tom his son.
It's a quarter of a century, since I've seen this place beforeAnd now to view the spectacles, which grieves my heart full soreThe population has decreased, they're now in a foreign landFor they were forced to cross the sea, far from their native land
'Twas through the Gaortha I did stray, each Sunday afternoonTo view those pretty charming maids, all in their youth and bloomYou'd see them there assembling on a Sunday after massYou'd think you were in Paradise down by the Castle cross.
When I'll recall my youthful days I'll plainly let you seeHow some of my ancestors, died on the gallows treeBut for God's sake I ask of you, I hope you'll for them prayWhich leaves me here in exile now, all in America(continues on next page)
