Scoil: Grangegeeth (uimhir rolla 2630)

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1. Local Poets - The Hill of Slane (ar lean)

   

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   Yes, you tell the story well
   Of Ireland's saints, of shot and shell.
   To gaze on you, you say quite plain
   "Great Irishmen", sweet Hill of Slane.
   IV.
   A warm spot there is in my heart,
   For you sweet Slane. Why did we part?
   But fate alas! has deemed it so
   But still no matter where I go
   I've one hope left, my heart does burn
   But once again I will return,
   And wander up that narrow lane,
   To the lonely ruins of the Hill of Slane.
   V.
   And, as The Boyne goes rolling on,
   To mingle with the sea at last,
   So, like The Boyne, time rolls for me
   When I shall gaze once more on thee,
   And mingle with the loved one's there
   Then I'll feel free from every care,
   And when death comes to end all pain,
   Just let me rest, sweet Hill of Slane.

   

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   Mrs Margaret Kealy

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   Grangegeeth, Co. Meath