Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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1. To the Old Men and Women of My Native Village

   

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   Warm greeting to you neighbours, friends,
   Old folks, our Village pride!
   May joy and health which worth attends
   Be yours to bless until life ends -
   Glad hope your constant guide.

   What joy 'twould be to meet you there;
   How swift reflection flies
   To merry youth and past hours fair,
   Last days, old friends shine strangely clear
   Before my saddening eyes.

   Again I tread the grassy dell,
   Hear old tones lost awhile;
   Old songs the evening echo swell
   Old faces that I loved so well
   Lit with the same old smile.

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • John J. Walsh