School: Árd-achadh (C.) (roll number 14076)
- Location:
- Ardagh, Co. Limerick
- Teacher: Máire Ní Mhadagáin
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0487, Page 057
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- To write a line a sad, sad line,
But indeed my pen is frail,
To write on this sad demise[?],
I'll surely have to fail;
I only wish I could change this,
Then I'd write a line with joy
To the memory of Dr. John our noble saintly boy.In March so cold and dreary
He was then called away.
To that bright home beyond the skies
Where only angels stay.
In the cemetary of Kilrodane[?],
He is taking his last sleep.
Where the birds now sing their lovely notes,
And the gentle swallows sweep[?].It's sad to think your voice is stilled
For ever evermore;
That heart so true and hand so kind
Alas! they are no more
But God's own way we never know;
We cannot understand.
Why He always cuts the choicest flowers,(continues on next page)
- Collector
- Mary Downes
- Gender
- Female
- Address
- Glenastar, Co. Limerick
