Scoil: Effin (C.), Ráthluirc (uimhir rolla 8334)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Prayer of an Exile

   

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   There's a little brown house mid a cluster of brush
   Away on a hill that is dim
   By a little bright brook that comes down with a rush
   To get lost in the cliff at the brim

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   There's a little white road that comes up from the moor
   And winds away down to the shore
   And on by the deep rugged cliffs round the bay
   There in life I shall wander no more

   3
   I am passing away - tis nigh my last hour
   In a land far away from my dream
   it's my prayer where I'm gone that my spirit return
   To that little thatched house by the stream

   4
   And there where the clock chimes the hour to the dead
   And winds through the lone wood do sigh
   I will sit twixt the hob and the old settle bed
   Where oft I have lain when a boy

   5
   I'll enter each room and look into each nook
   And climb up the small garret stairs
   And kneel by the bed neath the little red lamp

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