School: Kildalkey (C.) (roll number 868)
- Location:
- Kildalkey, Co. Meath
- Teacher: Máire Nic Dhiarmada
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0695, Page 171
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- (continued from previous page)The heath this night must be my bed -. Scott.
Ye vales ye strains, ye groves, adieu!. Pope.
Farewell for aye, e'en love is dead. Proctor.
Would I could add remembrance, too!. Byron.
- Dirge of an Exile Maid: A Ballad of '67.Oh, ye must wander witheringly,
In other lands to die:
And where our father's ashes be
Our own may never lie!
- Lord ByronYet a tear my eye will moisten,
When by Anner side I stray
For the lily of the mountain foot
That withered far away!
-C.J. Kickham. Where rolls the Mississippi wave
By praisirs o've the western stup,
They dug a Gaelic maiden's grave-
And there she sleeps her long, last sleep!Her eyes were Heaven's eternal blue;
Her neck and brow like Alpine snow;
And dimpled cheeks a pink-pale hue(continues on next page)
