School: Cnapach (Crappagh) (roll number 7529)

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   Boyhood Memories It is now fourteen years and a month I might say Since I started around this old land for to stray. To each place of historic importance I've been From the Cliffs of Fair head unto old Skibbereen. What a contrast this seems to those days when a boy When the home of my parents alone brought me joy When will violin & bow I would play from my store Of old Irish tunes when each day's work was o'er. Ah! those days of my youth, they now seem too few That I spent on that fertile old soil of Cordoo 'Midst once loving hearts which alas! have turned cold And affection replaced with the lure of the gold. Still for all this sad tale sure my heart often teems With pride every time that I see in my dreams Those scenes of my boyhood each meadow & hill And that cherished old home of the brow o' the hill.

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   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Informant

   David Wales

   Gender

   Male

   Age

   c. 70

   Address

   Crappagh, Co. Monaghan