School: Tulach Sheasta, Clochair na Trócaire
- Location:
- Newport, Co. Tipperary
- Teacher: Sr Bertrand
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0539, Page 165
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“As the tears come rolling down, for in the morning I must leave dear old Newport Town.”
As the tears come rolling down,
for in the morning I must leave dear old Newport Town.II
I grow lonely as I pass each lad and comely lass
That once used greet me warmly on my way to early Mass
With their winning ways and greeting as they pass me up and down
Sure my heart will break, when my leave I take of dear old Newport Town.III
Farewell awhile to Gortnanoe where I often chased the hare,
To Cahir hills and Carrowkeale and to Cully mountains bare,
To sweet Clare Glens and it's flowery dells where I oft strolled up and down,
Must I leave these scenes and the friends I love, in dear old Newport town.IV
How lovely is the pigeon's coo and sad the blackbirds lay,
And loud on high the thrush's song, on a long bright Summer's day,(continues on next page)