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1. The Stubble Moon (continued)

   

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   Then with glee we gaily scampered to the the fields of rustling grain,
   While the fair moon smiled upon us filled we many a rumbling wain;
   Hearties for the song of labour echoing through nights stilly moon,
   As we heaped the golden harvest 'neath the radiant stubble moon.

   But alas! the parting hour came at last to each and all,
   Now no more that happy home-group gathers at the twilight's fall;
   Over ocean, near and far-land, they have gone like bees in June.
   And from many a distant dwelling watch to-night the stubble moon.

   Little sisters, fondly cherished not to matronhood have grown,
   Each within a loving circle fills a sweet domestic throne.
   Little brothers, brave in boyhood, now in manhood's fervid noon.
   Here and there, with manly record, greet this Autumn's stubble moon.

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Brigid Mc Ginley

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Breenagh, Co. Donegal