School: Cill Díoma (B.) (roll number 6516)

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1. The Emigrant's Farewell ot Carrig and Corkamore (continued)

   

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   Dim visions of Shannon's bright beauties shall start. And if ever a fond mingled sadness steals o'er me. Or fortune should frown till my young heart grow sore. I'll think of my childhood 'mid valley and wildwood. And bless verdant Carrig and sweet Corkamore. Then farewell to your bowers happy scenes of my childhood. The land of the stranger must now be my home. Adieu! to those loved haunts in valley and wildwood. Where oft my young footsteps did wantonly roam. And when 'neath the rod of the stranger I'm sleeping. Perhaps from dear Erin some friends may sail o'er. Who'd plant o'er my grave amid sighing and weeping. A shamrock from Carrig and sweet Corkamore.

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2. Lines on Carrig Rock

   

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   Lines On Carrig Rock.

   (Rev. P.O'Shea)

   You muses nine with me combine.
   And great your powerful aid.
   And help me quill while I fulfill.
   A promise I have made.
   And lend to me sweet poetry.
   Lest critics keen may mock.
   Those simple lines which I compile.
   For Carrig's stately rock.

   The subject of my verses

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