School: Tír-Dhá-Ghlas (Terryglass)
- Location:
- Terryglass, Co. Tipperary
- Teacher: Seán Ó Gliasáin
Archival Reference
The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0530, Page 356
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- Now to return to Larry, and we shall give a little more of his poetry. In the following piece he laments the loss of a dear son who has left his home to "list" in the English army:
Buacaillín Donn.You Muses why absent you from me?
If I could my sorrows conceal
The burden I nurtured so long
I think it now time to reveal.I beg You will not from me elope,
For thy client is nearly bent down
Who holds yet a remnant of hope
that I shall yet see my
Buacaillín Donn.He enlisted from me as a soldier
To fight for her majesty's crown.
And that was the fantastic notion
That banished my
Buacaillín Donn.Long, long shall I think on the moment
When he went with reluctance away,
And hurried he was upon ship-board
To be wrecked by the tempest at sea.(continues on next page)
