School: Ballymore (B.) (roll number 7443)

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1. The House at the Corner

   

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   The Glen is forsaken and lonely
   Not one at the cross roads is seen.
   No sound but the murmuring river
   Where music and laughter had been.
   The haunt of the boys and the girls
   The place held so long in renown.
   The scene of so much merry making.
   The house at the corner is down.
   II
   How snugly it stood in the valley.
   The cosiest cot in the land,
   Encircled by hills and plantations,
   Midst a landscape exceedingly grand,
   Where the hawthorn blossomed so early.
   And sign of Spring could be seen.
   No spot in old Erin so lovely.
   Than where the old cottage had been.
   III
   To think of the times that are vanished
   When youths were happy and bright.
   Assembled beneath its old roof tree
   On many a long Winter's night.
   It was the song and the story.
   And light hearted banter went round.
   Alas for the house at the corner
   Its equal will never be found

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Patrick Keena

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Mullaghcloe, Co. Westmeath

   Informant

   Patrick Rourke

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Mullaghcloe, Co. Westmeath