School: Scairt (B.), Cill Dairbhe (roll number 4126)
- Location:
- Scart, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Pádraig Ó Rinn
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- (continued from previous page)sweet Rockmills.
- Och: I'm weary and sore of the city's uproar,
And the howl of the Loco' at night
And the dust & the steam, & the fire engines scream,
That quivers my quill as I write.
And I'm longing to rove by some wood or some grove
Or to rest 'neath some wide spreading tree,
And inhale the fresh balm of the pine & the palm
Where the Funcheon flows on to the sea.II
Where down 'neath the roses, the salmon reposes,
The trout 'neath the willows keep quiet,
Until 'tis a fly, overhead they espy,
When they leap off their tails, with delight.
They leap off their tails & then ply them like flails,
And dive in the spray playfully
And places regain, till the fly comes again
Where the Funcheon flows on to the sea.(continues on next page)
