School: Baile Giolla tSionáin (B.), An Gleann (roll number 11307)

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1. The Old Boreen

   

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   The Old Boreen.

   
   I know an old boreen.
   That the cowslips used to spring in.
   And hawthorn hedges, gay and green.
   That the wild birds used to sing in.
   A mossy lane, wild grown.
   With flowers and fairy fingers.
   With many an hour long past and gone.
   In wistful memory lingers.
   But what need anyone care.
   Because me heart is pinin.
   Just for an hour of dreaming there.
   Where the settin' sun is shinin'.

   
   I know an old stone wall.
   With a crown of ivy clingin'.
   An' a row of ash trees wain' tall.
   An' the noisy rooks an wingin'.
   A quiet, whisperin' grove.
   The plack for young hearts roamin'.

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   Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.

   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Tomás Geoghegan

   Gender

   Male

   Address

   Tooraree Upper, Co. Limerick

   Informant

   D. M. Brosnan

   Address

   Castleisland, Co. Kerry