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- In the district where I live there lived some years ago who had a taste for composing songs. This man imigrated to America and while there he composed the following song.Though far away on the boundless prarie
My heart still lingers beyond the sea
Through dear old Ireland, my native sireland
My spirit wanders with fancy free.
By Blackwater banks and Bawn mill
and viewed the scenes which my visions bounded
By Ballinamore and sweet Clover-hill.
I wandered down through that peaceful valley
Down by Lough Derg and Downpatrick's mound
Where the Saits and Sages of former ages
Repose in peace under holy ground.
O'er bog and mountain through stream and fountain
While passing onwards I paused and wept
At Fenagh, Drumreilly and Inch Island
Where our friends, relations and parents sleep.
Then drawing nearer with visions clearer
At Aughawillan new Church I stand
And gazed all round on the changed conditions
Since boyhood years in my native land.
Old friends are scattered, their homes are shattered
By ruthless tyrants who did dispoil(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
- John Patrick Flynn