School: Latsey
- Location:
- Latsey, Co. Cavan
- Teacher: Jean Paul
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- (continued from previous page)My eye-lids closed, I knew no more, till wrapt in balmy steep.
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I fancied that on ocean's breast I faced the morning sun,And e'er two weeks had run their course, I found myself at home;
And saw once more my native hills all decked in lovely green,Rich valleys too long lost to view where happy days I've seen.
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I've heard the little robins sing, their clear notes warbling wild,The same sweet notes I used to hear when I was but a child;The mountain lark, the meadow thrush, the black-bird whistling clear
All tune their lays on Latchey's braes resounding far and near.
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The corncrake pensive sings her notes in yonder meadow green,As when I swung my keen edged scythe when I was in my teens;With cheerful heart from morn till dark I spent the live-long dayWhile Kitty sang her sweetest strains while spreading out the hay.
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Those happy scenes that intervene, 'tween youth and riper age,(continues on next page)