School: Gleannach (Glenough) (roll number 8224)

Location:
Glenough Lower, Co. Tipperary
Teacher:
Bean Uí Bhreasail
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    One May morning when a certain farmer got up he saw a woman going through his yard, and she was pulling something after her.

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    I dreamt I was dead and to Heaven did go.

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    I dreamt I was dead and to Heaven did go
    Where did you come from they wanted to know
    I am from Glenough, they all did stare
    Then in said St. Peter you are the first from there
    If Tom Moore was a poet ever so sweet
    Walking all day without boots on his feet
    And sleeping every night without blanket or sheet
    He wouldn't give a damn where the bright waters meet
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    My name is Paddy Leary from a spot called sweet Tipperary.

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    My name is Paddy Leary
    From a spot called Sweet Tipperary
    Tis the heart of all the girls
    Im a thorn in
    But before the break of morn
    Sure tis they'll be all forlorn
    When I'll start for Philadelphia in the morn.
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