School: Cnoc na gCóirne

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Knocknagornagh, Co. Limerick
Teacher:
Seán Ó Coinnigh
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  1. Local Songs (continued)

    As I stood in Queenstown Harbour on a cool September's one,

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    I saw a grey haired woman as she bade her son good bye
    Her face it wore a look of love as the tears bedimmed her eye
    She said "Good bye, God bless you, will I ever see you more"
    You've left me broken hearted by the dear old Shannon shore
    Where the shamrock clings to every rock and the foaming tide does roar
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    As that ship left Queenstown harbour with that exiled Irish band
    They were going to seek their fortunes in that far off distant land
    But wherever they may wander in that far off distant home
    They'll often think of their rustic cots by the dear old Shannon shore
    Where the shamrock clings to every rock and the foaming tide does roar
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
  2. Local Songs

    One pleasant evening I went out walking the birds in chorus did sing so sweet

    "Beauties of Direen" by Timothy O'Sullivan R.I.P.
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    One pleasant evening I went out walking, the birds in chorus did sing so sweet
    The shade of night were just over the darling place where young lovers meet
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    It is situated near that dashing river that flows so gently to meet the Gale
    Its banks are fringed with some fine plantations
    And its murmuring echo goes through the vales
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
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    Teresa Barrett
    Gender
    Female