School: Mullagh (C )

Location:
Mullagh, Co. Cavan
Teacher:
Elizabeth Murchan
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 1003, Page 295

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    For God was better to me than to most men you see
    I was born neath sweet Mullagh Hill.
    South America's grand ,tis a wonderful land
    Where Gods gifts are plain to be sen;
    But theres only one land made by his own hand
    That island eternally green
    Now, most men grow old, striving daily for gold,
    But it is not for wealth that I yearn:
    I'll be happy ,when dead if I pillow my head
    in the spot where St.Killian was born
    Sure ten times I would rather one clash from my father
    Than handle a financiers bill;
    Any my mothers kind smile than a millionaires pile
    And I'll find them neath sweet Mullagh Hill.
    The foregoing poem was written
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Mary Murchan
    Gender
    Female