School: Skerries (St. Patrick's : Girls) (roll number 16333)

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   Here let them come who sunny hours
   Would, peaceful, dream away.
   Here hasten, too ye sons of mirth,
   And hold high holiday!

   Some climb time-gaunt Baldungan's tower
   The landward airs to breathe,
   Or scan, fair-chequered gold and green,
   The wealthy plains of Meath.

   Here, while upon your emerald links
   he, careworn, casts his score,
   The golfer's heart leaps up or sinks
   As strokes are less or more.

   Then, all unmindful of past grief
   "Bogery," he marks with glee.
   But ah! the Recording Angel's pen
   Writes down a century!

   mark well yon old Martello Tower
   Where twilight couples rove
   Strong bulwark, once against the French,
   But small defence from Love.

   Hard by, the halls of dance resound
   To soft melodious moan

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Marie Derham

   Gender

   Female