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1. A Song (continued)

   “This is a song which was composed by a man”

   

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   But who could blame me, if I loved Old Ireland, far away
   And Sligo town, that lies so snug
   At the feet of Knocknarea.

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   The green fields of Ardcummer and the groves of Cooper's Hill,
   And Keash and Gavagh mountains, my mind does ofttimes fill.
   Lough Arrow's stream that glides along
   And drops into the sea
   And Sligo town that lies so snug
   At the foot of Knocknarea.

   

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2. A Poem

   

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   This was a poem which was written by a woman named Mrs Mulligan who lives in the townland of Doorla, Parish of Ballysadare and barony of Corran. She is now about eighty-five years of age and was a school teacher at one time. She wrote these lines. Remember me when this you see And hear me in your mind Be you not like the Weather-Cock, That changes with the wind Be you like the Turtle Dove That sits on yonder tree Lamenting for his own true love, As I lament for thee

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   Topics

   1. genre
      1. poetry
         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

   Language

   English

   Informant

   Mrs Mulligan

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   c. 85

   Occupation

   Múinteoir

   Address

   Doorly, Co. Sligo