School: Kilcorby
- Location:
- Coill Uí Chorba, Co. an Chabháin
- Teacher: S. Ebbitt
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An Old Song
“When the golden sun sinks in the hills...”
When the golden sun sinks in the hills. And the toil of a long day is o'er. Through the road may be long in the lilt of a song. I forget I was weary before. Far ahead where the blue shadows fall. I shall come to contentment and rest.
And the toils of the day will be all charmed away. In my little grey home in the west.
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There are hands that will welcome me in
There are lips I am burning to kiss.
There are two eyes that shine bright just because they are mine.
And a thousand things other men will miss.
In a corner of heaven itself.
Though it is only a tumble down nest.
But with love brooding there, why, no place can compare.
With my little grey home in the west.
- Collector
- Frances Elliott
- Gender
- Female