School: Srón (roll number 9090)
- Location:
- Shrone Beg, Co. Kerry
- Teacher: Pádraig Mac Carrthaigh
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0452, Page 142
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A Song (continued)
“T'was the eve of May and Summer gay sent forth its early smile”
(continued from previous page)Vourneen Geal Mo Croidhe5
So to a tent we straight-away went I'm telling no white lies
With cakes and sweets she did me treat with sea grass and bulls eyes
Each orange red outsized my head and whiskey spilling free
And I was fed with barley bread by the Vourneen Geal Mo Croidhe6
But I had to part this maid so smart more dear than gold in stock
With hand and word to meet my bird White Sunday at the rock
So as a hare when hounds are near through Clydagh I will flee
And o'er the hills out at the mills to the Vourneen Geal Mo Croidhe7
She sighed day, day 'til the end of May so she took my trembling hand
I could not walk or think or talk I could not move or stand
Less one small hiss by that and this would hang me from a tree
Again to meet the lips so sweet of the Vourneen(continues on next page)
- Collector
- Pádraig Mac Carrthaigh
- Gender
- Male
- Address
- Headfort, Co. Kerry