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1. Old Song - My Kerry Hills (continued)

   

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   I wonder where are all my schoolmates
   Some are dead, or far and gone
   Some are weeping or in Churchyard sleeping
   Where the west wind blows with an angry moan

   I have seen the Atlantic both mild and frantic
   Swell up its waves in an angry moan
   Roll back defeated from the rocks retreated
   And I sigh, alas, for my Kerry home.

   

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   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script