School: Garrdha na Cailce (Garnakilla) (roll number 15418)

Garranakilka, Co. Tipperary
Séamus Ó Riain
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0543, Page 057

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  1. By the sweet bay of Dublin I was carelessly strolling,
    I sat myself down by a green myrtle shade.
    Reclined on the beech as the wild waves were rolling,
    In sorrow condoling I saw a fair maid.
    Here ropes changed to mourn that once shone so glorious,
    I stood in amazement to hear her sad wail,
    But her heart strings burst out the wild ancient uproarious,
    Saying where is my blackbird from sweet Avondale.

    In the sweet county Meath Wexford Cork and Tipperary,
    The rights of old Ireland my Blackbird did sing.
    But was to the hour with heart light and airy,
    He from my arms from Dublin took wing.
    The fowler way-laid him in hopes to ensnare him,
    I lie here in sorrow his absence bewail,
    But it grieves me to hear the walls of Kilmainham
    Surrounds my dear Blackbird from sweet Avondale.

    Eireann my country awake from your slumber
    Bring back my Blackbird so dear unto me
    Let everyone see by the strength of your number
    You as a nation should wish to be free
    The cold prison dun is no habitation
    For one to his country so loyal as so true
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
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    John Lee
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