School: Baile Glas (Meastha), An Bhlárna (roll number 10930)

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1. An Unpublished Poem - Donoughmore (continued)

   

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   your valleys which the Shournaght [?] through it freely gushes forth.
   The music of your waters would, the sadest heart regale.
   Ambitiously competing with the beauties of the vale.
   These beauties ever verdant which peculiarly belong.
   To that sweet spat so far renowned in history and song.
   And of all the scenes that in my dream I've nightly tavelled oer.
   I chose to rove by Richhill grove in dear old Donoughmore.
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   Oh Dear and Sainted Donoughmore! within your very breast.
   The mighty dead of centuries have found a peaceful rest.
   Both priest and lay beneath your clay have laid their

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   Language

   English

   Collector

   B. O' Shea

   Address

   Pluckanes North, Co. Cork