School: Gleann Calraighe (roll number 15864)
- Location:
- Gleann Chalraí Íochtarach, Co. Mayo
- Teacher: Nóra Ní Riagáin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0139, Page 94
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Amhrán (continued)
“Dreams to some come true. They come with grief to more”
(continued from previous page)I thought she had a splendid harp
By her side she let it fall.
And played the tunes called Brian
Boru, Garry Den and Tara's Hall.
God save Ireland was the next and
our martyrs who died in goal.
So do not fret we will have homerule
yet said poor old Grainne Weil.
When I awoke from my slumbers
and excited by my fright. I thought
it was the broad daylight.
But I found it was night I looked
around and could not see.
But the walls of a lonely goal and
that was the last I ever saw of poor
old Grainne Weil.
Amhrán
“There is a dear little spot in old Ireland, that I always claim to be my land”
There is a dear little spot in old
Ireland, that I always claim to be my
land
Where the fairies and where the
blarnies will never, never, die.
It is the land of the Shelaly and
my heart goes back daily to the girl
I left behind me when I kissed and
said good-bye.(continues on next page)