School: Teampoll Doire, Dúrlas Éile (roll number 9060)
- Location:
- Templederry, Co. Tipperary
- Teacher: Pádraig Ó Flannagáin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0537, Page 106
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Bright home of my childhood.
There's no place like thee.
Thy mountains and wildwood the vale and the lea.
No matter wherever I am doomed for to roam,
I'll never forget you Templederry My Home.
II
Where the cascades roll down the dark montains between
And the moonbeams sleep calm in the breast of booneen[?]
Where the bright river sparkles its feathery foam,
And thy shamrock-decked vales Templederry My Home.
III
The beautiful church tower stands high in the air,
And the Angelus bell calls the faithfull to prayer.
How sweetly the sound of its high-ringing tone.
Seems to say heaven bless thee Templederry My Home.
IV
But there is one spot that is dearer than all,
Enclosed in our beautiful new chapel walls.
Where often times silently I wept as I prayed.
O'ver the grave where immortal John Kenyon is laid.
V
For he had the spirit to dare and to do.
The star of our priesthood the noble and true,
How freely he died to give Erin her own,
Down the green mountain side - Templederry My Home.(continues on next page)
