School: Glanworth (C.) (roll number 4838)
- Location:
- Glanworth, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Máire, Bean Uí Fhiachra
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0373, Page 190
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Song (continued)
“As I stand in Roche Castle on the heights of Glanworthlawn my thoughts fly back to ages of grandeur and renown”
(continued from previous page)When I gaze upon the lovely lands England minion's did o'erthro
When Cromwell and his hireling horde on Labbycally stood
And laid our white-robed holy monks a weltering in their blood.
Well, the fields are always greener where heavily runs the floods
And Ireland's vales are well bedewed with Irish martyr's blood
The land that grew the little plant to represent the Godhead Three
Yes the land where green the shamrock grows is destined to be free.
III
And the sunburst of freedom will shine thro' our land
And the day is not far distant too when the Army that is drest in the fallen leaves crest
Will have to our land bid Adieu
And the Green, White and Gold, its wings will unfold
To protect our dear island of green
When as Victors we will stand in the Funcheon's vales grand
Neath the banner of Dark Rosaleen.