School: Slane (C.) (roll number 4852)

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   I love you still sweet Hill of Slane.

   And from your summit one can view
   The Hill of Screen and Tara too
   I love your ruins and buildings all
   Your trees so green and your ivy'd wall
   Your little graveyard by your side
   Is the resting place of my friends who died
   That's the reason, tho' it gives me pain
   I love you still sweet Hill of Slane.

   With your little town of Slane so near
   If you could only speak it would hear
   Yet in silent words you speak the past
   A story that will ever last
   Yes, you tell the story well
   Of Ireland saints of shot and shell
   To gaze on you - you say, quite plain
   Great Irishmen Sweet Hill of Slane.

   A warm spot there's in my heart
   For you, Sweet Slane, why did we part?
   But fate alas, has deemed it so
   But still no matter where I go
   I've one hope left, my heart does burn
   That once again I will return.

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Alice Coyle

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Hill of Slane, Co. Meath