School: Sheanmore (roll number 16197)

Location:
Sheeanmore, Co. Mayo
Teacher:
Síghle Ní Dhonnchadha
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  1. The wind stole down from Iveragh hills,
    Stole softly down upon scented feet,
    And stopped and whispered in ears of wheat,
    You were the straw that made the bed
    In Bethlehem's cave for the Christ King's head.
    The wind went pattering over primrose land,
    By mossy boreens and briary brake,
    And stopped high up in the mountain ways
    Where white reeds sighed beside Rehill Lake.
    Sigh not, O'Reeds, by the lone lake rim
    You were the sceptre they gave to Him.
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Bríghid Ní Ódhra
    Gender
    Female