School: Lios Uí Ghrifín (roll number 12227)
- Location:
- Lissagriffin, Co. Cork
- Teacher: Seosamh Ó Duibhir
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0398, Page 464
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For eight long days in the celtic
I ploughed the ocean wave
I prayed to be laid in Iceland
In some cold and lonely grave
You can imagine how I felt
When the bells for supper rang.
for that is the time I used to meet
Don Hurley's Daughter Han VI
When I landed in great New York
I thought my heart would break
And when at night I went to bed
Dreaming I would wake
I'd shake the sheets and blankets
To find her was my plan
I'd look beneath the mattress spring
To find my darling Han VII
Now I am landed home again.
I feel a happy man
When I was crossing Barley Cove.
I could see the home of Han.
And I would hear Snap Barking
Like I did in days of yore
And I could see her sewing machine
Three miles outside the Brow.(continues on next page)
