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1. The Bogra Hills (continued)

   

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   One sod of turf that with deep devotion, I brought from here as a souveneir,
   'Twas little I thought when beyond the ocean, One day 'twould cause me to shed a tear.
   But sure this tear it may ne'er stop flowing, Across the dear old Bogra Hills.
   Thinking of Ireland's valleys and dells, Oh! would it keep my mind from glowing.
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   Oh! Hills your bleak majestic splendour, You are by far much more dear to me,
   My memory awakens with thoughts so tender, Than all the beauty that here I see.
   Your city sights may be grand and glowing, But oh! with sadness my heart it fills,
   I ever long for the breezes blowing, Across the dear old "Bogra Hills".

   This song was composed by Mr Peter Golden who lived about half-a-mile south of Rylane. He composed the song in America. When he was sailing he took a sod of turf which he got in the "Bogra Hills". The "Bogra Hills" are Tooreen, Flagmount, and Knocknagow

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   History Edit

   Topics

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

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Joan Dineen

   Gender

   Female

   Informant

   Nora Cooney

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Coachford, Co. Cork