School: Convent of Mercy, Athlone

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1. Local Song (continued)

   “In a little brick house on the side of a hill”

   

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   And grate them for people to buy
   She used the old method of rubbing it off
   Poor soul how she always would cry
   She had quite a patch where she gardened a bit
   Put out her potatoes and corn,
   She would hoe in the evening when the breezes were cool
   And be out again early at morn
   When she rested a while, for a breath she would gaze
   At the roses which grew on her fence
   They were cabbages pink, the old fashioned kind
   And wonderfully full of incense

   They carried her back to that Ireland of hers
   When she was a colleen quite small
   To a cottage all whitewashed and

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Tom Sweeney

   Gender

   Male