School: Béal Átha an Dá Chab

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1. An Exiles Farewell

   

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   The sun went down on the hazel dell
   When the deadly fight was o'er,
   Some thousands lay on the battle field
   Their lives to claim no more,
   The moon shone pale on the damp, cold, ground,
   Where a dying soldier lay,
   The breath of death around him crept,
   As his life blood flowed away,
   A passing comrade heard his moans
   And soon the sufferer found,
   As he gently raised his aching head off the damp, cold, ground,
   Come gently, softly, comrade,
   No more on this earth I'll stray
   I never will roam the hills at home
   In Ireland far away.

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   A lock of my hair I crave you bear
   To my mother that's o'er the sea,
   And every time she will look at it
   She will surely think of me,
   Tell her at home no more I'll roam,
   Where in childhood I loved to stray,

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Rose Hickey

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Skeaghanore East, Co. Cork

   Informant

   Mrs Hickey

   Gender

   Female

   Age

   74

   Address

   Skeaghanore East, Co. Cork