School: Bullach
- Location:
- Castlerea, Co. Roscommon
- Teacher: Máire Ní Fhlannagáin
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0244, Page 058
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- (continued from previous page)And through loved Tully's flowery meads
Do roam young comely maids.
But ah my heart is not with them
It flies far far away:
It flies from homely joys and care.
Along the wild waves spray.
It flies to that beloved one,
That maid, I'll ne'er see more,
That girl of girls, that pearl of pearls
Young Annie Bán Asthore.
III
Her step was like the gentle fawn,
Her robe was like the swan
Her neck was whiter that the foam
Lough Gara's waves float on:
Her cheeks were like the primrose gay,
Here teeth of pearly white,
Her eyes were like the fairy shades
On Gara's waves at night.
Her glance was milder than the dawn
On Tully's heath clad hill;
Her heart was purer than the wave on Brackloon's rippling rill:
Her hair was darker than the wave that breaks on Gara's shore:(continues on next page)
