Scoil: Cappamore (B.) (uimhir rolla 7480)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. My Native Cappamore

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Sweet Cappamore, my native place,
   you're always in my mind,

   I think of you where'er I go, as one
   I left behind;

   I often think of brighter days, those
   happy days of your,

   When but a boy, I roamed with joy around
   dear old Cappamore

   But now alas! those days are gone
   they'll ne'er return again,
   And every time I think of them, my
   heard is filled with pain;
   But long as life remains with me
   their memory I'll adore,
   For they were happy days for me, those
   days in Cappamore.

   Those far off days I went to school - in
   dreams I live them still-
   When, with my comrades, full of glee,
   I climbed Dromsally Hill

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   Thomas O' Shea

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   Fireann

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   Cappamore, Co. Limerick