School: Carlanstown (roll number 884)

Location:
Carlanstown, Co. Meath
Teacher:
Séamus Ó Gérbheannaigh
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0708, Page 030

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  1. (continued from previous page)
    Oh, land o'mine no fame nor wine could take from my heart your mem'ry dear

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    Ah, glorious Spring! the joys you bring; old hopes and dreams revive.
    If all our care and dark despair would die when you arrive.
    But let us not lament our lot, but rejoice that Winter's o'er
    For many too, who welcomed you last year are here no more.
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
  2. 'Tis fifty years to-day since I left old Ireland's shore.
    And came to seek my fortune here in great big Baltimore.
    When I left the old mud-cabin by many I was told
    The streets were paved in Yankee-land with silver and with gold.
    But did I own the British throne and wear a diamond crown
    I'd part with all for the cabin small on the Bog of Oristown.
    When I left my widowed mother's side she began to sob and sigh
    She flung her arms around my neck and bitterly did cry
    (continues on next page)
    Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.
    Language
    English
    Collector
    P. O' Brien