School: Aclint, Ardee (roll number 2138)
- Location:
- Aclint, Co. Louth
- Teacher: P. Ó Neill
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0667, Page 284
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Local Songs (continued)
“Well our town land I must admit it is so grand ¶ For there's not a bush without a thrush.”
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Local Songs
“Last Sunday was fine and about twelve o' clock ¶ We made up our minds to go to Black-rock.”
Last Sunday was fine and about twelve o'clock.
We made up our minds to go to Black-rock.
And when Peter Sharkey had heard of the news.
He adorned our hack with a fine set of shoes.
Will and the Waddler sat facing the wind
Long Jemmy Reenan was seated behind
Myself to be sure had a seat on the bus.
Between Joe and Tomson who made six of us.
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And where to find place for big Postie McArt,
His money was paid and(continues on next page)