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1. The Judgement Day (continued)

   

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   Where our Saviour dear our debts to clear shed His pure, precious Blood,
   Could I commend all tongues to praise Him for the same they should.
   The high and low, the friend and foe, all meet there face to face,
   From climes remotest of the earth that came of Adam's race.
   The drunken and deluded man meets with his virtuous wife
   Whom he by his debaucheries robbed of the means of life.
   In a firey fury in her husband's train she next beholds her son
   Crying, "Mother dear, will you interfere, for now I am undone",
   The mother seems to flatter none, but says to him again
   "I have apprised you of this day, but it was all in vain.
   My son, I loved you tenderly when I fed you at my breast,
   But soon you turned your back to me and became an imp unblest.
   I oft sat weeping all alone lamenting your sad case,
   When sight of grief without relief and tears bedewed my face.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Thomas Mc Cormac

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Dún Uabhair, Co. na Mí

   Informant

   Mathew Lynch

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Plaitín, Co. na Mí