School: Ladhar (C.), Bán-Tír (roll number 8665)

Location:
Lyre, Co. Cork
Teacher:
Síle, Bean Uí Chéilleachair
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0360, Page 085

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  1. Now it is the month of may.
    In the freshness of the spring.
    The whins are decked with gold.
    And the wild birds sweetly sing.
    As I bid Farewell to all my friends
    And the place that I adore.
    The dear abode by the old Bog road
    'Mid the sweet hills Of Donoaghmore
    II
    And now I'm bound for America
    Where there's lots of work and wealth.
    Its there I'll seek my fortune
    If God spares my health.
    And I'll be saving up all my dollars
    Until I'll have a goodly store,
    Then Ill take a trip in a east bound ship.
    To my Old home in Donougmore.
    III
    But what of the years that lie between
    Or shall I ever return.
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Topics
    1. genre
      1. poetry
        1. folk poetry (~9,504)
    Language
    English
    Collector
    Nóra Ní Bhuachalla
    Gender
    Female