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1. My Native Cappamore (continued)

   

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   But now I'm far away from you;
   I'll climb that hill no more;
   Or listen to the lark's loud song
   that sings o'er Cappamore

   When letters come from home to me,
   'tis sadly I lament.
   The cruel fate that tempted me when far
   from you I went;
   I cheer myself in spite of all,
   But still I can't ignore
   The fact that Fate has severed
   us - my own dear Cappamore.

   And never while this heart can
   beat shall I forget you dear,
   Though absent from my longing gaze,
   in dreams you still are near;
   Oh, never till my race is run, and
   span of life is o'er
   Shall I forget those grand old
   days I spent round Cappamore.

   Composed by Thomas O'Shea, a native of Dromsally Cappamore, Co. Limerick in the year 1917, when he was residing in Ballycastle, Co. Antrim. He is now back again in his native Cappamore, + is an insurance agent.

   

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Thomas O' Shea

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Cappamore, Co. Limerick