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1. The Hills of Ballybroghan

   

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   The Hills of Ballybroghan
   I'm going to sing a song of home,
   I'm lonely and I'm thinking
   'Tis better to beguile the time by music than by drinking.
   I'll sing my songs of Roscommon hills,
   To Carns and Rathcroghan
   let me wander o'er the plains to dear old Ballybroghad
   The dear old hills, the kindly hills,
   My memory oft reflects you,
   By summers sun and Winters snow,
   Or as the days have decked you.
   The morn cast off my shadow there,
   And that of dear Rathcroghan,
   When she and I knew little care,
   on the hills of Ballybroghan,
   And is it k now I should forget
   'Tho now and old New Yorker
   The trees I have climbed and the balls I've played
   In fairy haunted Corker,
   I've pulled wild flowers its fields among,
   and flirted in its garden,
   and kissed a girl of twenty one,
   That wore the 'dolly varden',
   And let me stay one hour with you,

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Peter Mc Dermott

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Ballybroghan, Co. Roscommon