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   Sylvan Glories

   
   Oh, bless you - Knock-na-diha
   And all your flashing rills;
   Her morning's brightest sunshine
   Bring splendour to your hills.
   With pride and admiration
   Of Limerick's beauties rare,
   I laud her vales and streamlets -
   Unequalled anywhere.

   
   There's sacred Clash-an Affrin
   At top of sweet Glenmore,
   Where Mass was celebrated
   In troubled days of yore;
   While fearless pikemen guarded
   When all knelt down in prayer;
   Oft was that holy Service
   Held in the open there.

   
   There's Ashford in the distance
   Where daring men abide,
   Who oft-times trounced the yeomen
   Through out the valley wide.
   And storied Kileedy,
   St. Ita's chosen home,
   Where pious prayer ascended

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   T.D. Shanahan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Rathcahill East, Co. Limerick