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- Upon a bleak December night, poor Donnelly went to rest,
His loving wife and family by the heavens they were blest
The joys of Christmas ringing round their humble little cot
But ere the morning it had come it proved a treacherous spot
Whilst the people sound were sleeping in quiestest repose
Down from the hills around it the floods in torrents rose
The carried all before them - both lives and property,
Their home was swept and all was plunged right into Eternity(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.