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1. Laurence Gahan's Poems - My Irish Mother's Grave

   

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   My Irish Mother's Grave

   i
   Far away from dear old Ireland
   By the fire this Christmas night,
   Sad and lonely, I am thinking,
   Of the loved ones gay and bright,
   Who in years gone by were laughing,
   Like the sunlight on the wave,
   Cold and silent now they're lying,
   By my Irish mother's grave.

   ii
   All my loved ones now are sleeping,
   On that far off Irish hill.
   And the yew trees drear are keeping
   Watch above them calm and still.
   By that softly flowing river,
   By the Boro's gentle wave.
   Those fond hearts are stilled for ever.
   In my Irish mother's grave.

   iii
   'Neath the shamrock, and the ivy,

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Laurence Gahan

   Gender

   Male