School: Cluain Taidhg (Clontead), Achadh Cóiste (roll number 14023)

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1. An Old Song

   “I have no mother, for when she died, when I was very young.”

   

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   I have no mother, for she died, when I was very young.
   But still her memory round my Heart like morning mists have clung.
   They tell me of angel form,
   That watched me while I slept.
   And of a soft and gentle hand
   That wiped the tears I wept.

   I know she is in Heaven now,
   That lovely place of rest.
   For she was always good to me, the good alone are blessed.
   I wonder if she thinks of me,
   In that bright and happy land.
   I remember too when I was ill,
   She kissed my burning brow.
   The tear that fell upon my
   Face, I think I feel it now.

   And I have got some little books, she taught me how to spell.
   The cliding or the kiss she gave,

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Joan O' Shea

   Gender

   Female

   Informant

   Mrs O' Shea

   Relation

   Parent

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Derreen, Co. Cork