School: Tulach Sheasta, Clochair na Trócaire
- Location:
- Newport, Co. Tipperary
- Teacher: Sr Bertrand
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0539, Page 166
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“As the tears come rolling down, for in the morning I must leave dear old Newport Town.”
(continued from previous page)But I sit down and cry my fill, while the flood comes rushing down,
And dashes through the ivy bridge, that stands in Newport town.V
Tipperary's hills and dells , farewell from you I now must part,
I'll ne'er again roam Cullen's grove, the thought nigh breaks my heart.
When I think of the hurling, and the dance on Keeper's summit brown
And the days I fished in the turn hole, in dear old Newport town.VI
Adieu, adieu, sweet Newport town, once more I say adieu
For many is the happy day, I spent with comrades loyal and true,
But if God spares me , I'll return to where the Mulcair waters flow,
And when I die my bones shall lie in dear old Ballymckeogh.