School: Tulach Mór (Clochar na Trócaire)
- Location:
- Tullamore, Co. Offaly
- Teacher: Na Siúracha
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0807, Page 011
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Was soon heaving and throbbing away like the rest
How the pine groves would echo the deep measured roll
As they thundered away neath the gaudy May pole!
Oh! bright was the glance of each soul speaking eye
When they moved through the maze as the revel rose high
Some young bloods would dance till the first streak of dawn
And keep sober mortals awake in "The bawn"
I enjoyed the wild mirth of the girls and the boys
Though they pounded me hard and made ear-splitting noise"
But the days soon grew short and the crowds fell away
And the dancing like all things was doomed to decay
Oh I missed it so much and not without reason
For I loved the light step of the belle of the season
Among the fair faces no other was seen
To rival the grace of the young rustic queen
At last I was carried one evening away
And covered up close in a haggard with hay
Though surrounded by all that is fragrant and Sweet(continues on next page)
