School: Clochar na Toirbhirte, Cill Mochua (roll number 15632)

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1. The Road to Kilmacow

   

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   There's a little winding road that leads to Kilmacow.
   'Tis bordered by a Mass tree upon its grassy brow;
   And people tell of by-gone times upon this sacred sod,
   When many an Irish peasant came and knelt and prayed to God.
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   Old penal days, old cruel ways hath tried our people then,
   And faithful were the ones that came to fold within the pen;
   St Patrick looks upon the scene, they look to Heaven on high.
   He guards them from the soldiers, till brighter days come by.
   III
   A noble priest is vested for holy Mass to say,
   His gallant flock around him who came to kneel and pray;
   The dome of Heaven above them, the Mass tree to the fore,
   On the sacred sod of Ireland to the God that they adore.

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Informant

   James Wallace

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Molum, Co. Kilkenny