School: Clashaganny (roll number 8051)

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1. The Lonely Exile

   

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   I'll sing a song of home
   I.m Lonely and I.m thinking.
   T'is better to beguile the hour by music than by drinking.
   I.ll send my thoughts Roscommon wards.
   To Cargins and Rathcroghan But first they'll wander to the hills
   Of dear old Ballybroghan
   Ah " green clad hills how oft indeed
   Does memory reflect thee.
   As fill a creel with Winter snow
   Or as the daisies deck thee.
   The moon oft cast my shadow there
   And that of Delia Croghan.
   When she and I [struck out in ink: "kenew"] knew little care.
   On the hills of Ballybroghan.
   There is a place not far from there
   That I have often strayed in
   It is the home stead of the fair.
   That beauty's ne'er decayed in
   Its name may not poetic be,
   But charms it has full many.
   Oh eastward winds take o'er the sea.
   My Love to Clashaganny.
   And Let me wander with you a while.
   Ardkeen of the bushes.
   And let me hear the sweet Cuckoo.

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Philomena Connor

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Sheegeeragh, Co. Roscommon

   Informant

   Owen Flattery

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Rathmore, Co. Roscommon