Volume: CBÉ 0485 (Part 2)

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

   

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   And, soon, in just a little while,
   From past the shimmering stars
   He'll call you upwards with His smile -
   Call you from the world of guile
   Beyond the sunset bars.

   

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2. Home Longing

   

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   O! let me breathe mine Irish air,
   And let me walk an irish glen;
   And let me see mine Irish sky,
   And view her streams and hills again;
   And let me walk the shady lane
   Where song - birds pipe their vesper lay,
   Ah, let mine anxious eyes behold
   Mine Ireland, dear, far, far, away!

   'Twere blest to breathe the air that's filled

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   Béarla

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

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   • John J. Walsh