School: Carraig Thuathail (B.)
- Location:
- Carrigtohill, Co. Cork
- Teacher: John Bowdren
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0385, Page 130
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A Song
“Alas they're gone the happy days”
"Alas they're gone the happy days,
When I used often rove.
When out at play would wend my way,
To the attractions of Anngrove.
To view the ponds bedecked with swans,
And hear the waters roar.
But now the lakes are briar and brake
And Anngrove is no more.
II
The ancient house that fronts the South,
Was splendid to behold.
Its crystal front by sols bright rays,
One saffron sheet of Gold.
The massive oaks their shadows throne,
Up to its festooned door.
The feller's axe has laid them flat,
And Anngrove is no more.
III
Anngrove was by friendships chain,
Encircled all around.
Sloth and pride by virtue's foot,
Were trodded to the ground.
Tom Gubbins kept the poor employed,
With his prolific store.(continues on next page)