Scoil: Drong

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   Till home went the ball from field centre to goal.
   XVI
   Our battles repeated times o'er and o'er
   With varied success like to Briton and Boer,
   When victors at last we in triumph marched home,
   Recounting our feats like the Caesars of Rome.
   XVII
   But those happy days they are gone they are gone,
   Gone like the waters that hurry along,
   Dancing and bubbling on the bright waves of time
   To sink in the ocean of the past sublime.
   XVIII
   Youth passeth away and old age cometh on,
   No change in the waters the same as at dawn,
   O list the refrain of the song they have sung;
   You're grown old but the river still young.
   XIV
   These water to me speak treasures untold,
   by moonlight all silver by sunlight all gold,
   Reflecting all colours the sky ever knew
   From the lining of gold to the azure of blue.
   XX
   Like prophets they'll tell of that ever-blessed land
   Where bright rivers roll through gold beds of sand,
   Whose beauties unceasing we'll see evermore
   The moment we land on that paradise shore.

   

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   Maggie May Mc Caffrey

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   Rev Hugh Brady

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