School: Sráid an Mhuilinn (B.) (roll number 14350)

Location:
Millstreet, Co. Cork
Teacher:
Seán Ó Céilleachair
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  1. Dooneen
    I
    Once again let me roam Clara mountain
    To inhale the sweet heather balmed air
    And gaze down on blest Tubpid fountain
    Where feeble foks gather in prayer
    On the green shady groves of O' Leary's,
    Along by the clear Finnow stream,
    Now - my vision sums drawn, as by farces
    To the daisy clad fields of Dooneen.
    II
    There's my own town so cosy beneath me
    The school house I loved when a boy
    Where my first faithful master used teach me
    The songs of our land to enjoy
    How proudly he sang God save Ireland
    As he infused our love for the green
    And when loud rang the call of our sireland
    My pals were all there from Dooneen.
    III
    There's the old Boeing away in Duhallow
    Defying each wild winter's blast
    Its grey walls reflect on the shallow
    Or the ford where O' Sullivan passed
    And with times wearing hand yet contending
    The brown glen so silent between
    Bar the notes from the small birds thats blencting
    With the beauties that bloom in Dooneen.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Language
    English
    Informant
    J. Doody
    Gender
    Male
    Age
    45
    Address
    Dooneens, Co. Cork