School: Achadh Bolg (roll number 3588)

Location:
Aghabullogue, Co. Cork
Teacher:
(name not given)
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  1. (continued from previous page)
    To bid farewell, it almost fails me,
    My heart it falls from my bosom down.
    But while I'll live I will remember,
    The times so aisy in Knocknagown.
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    No more roving or evening scoring,
    When will I ride on my fathers steed.
    As I used to do when young and airy,
    And jump the fences from field to field.
    Oh by the laws that are in force in Erin,
    And with taxation she is trodden down.
    Leaves many a one like me bewailing,
    Leaving Erin and Knocknagown.
    1V
    I am not a poet of high experience,
    But hearts own nature causes me to rhyme.
    And I being at leisure one evening lately,
    I sat bewailing to write those lines.
    Were it my lot to remain among you,
    I'de sing your praises without a frown.
    And with bards of a foreign nation,
    I'll sing the praises of Knocknagown.
    11V
    When will I meet with with my fond companions,
    When will I dance on my neighbours floor.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
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    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
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    English