School: Tulach Mór (Clochar na Trócaire)
- Location:
- Tullamore, Co. Offaly
- Teacher: Na Siúracha
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The Schools’ Collection, Volume 0807, Page 002
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- (continued from previous page)Pull and prick and hammer all day
Smash the stones and turn the clay
And mourn for your political sins.Since Balfour and Co, took to saving the Union
By breaking our heads and by filling his jails
To bind the two peoples in loving communion
A strange sort of rule in each prison prevails
If to speak to a prisoner you're granted permission.The topics you treat may be various indeed
But the jailer will meet with a prompt prohibition.
The faintest allusion to Tullamore Tweed.
- Amid the furz on Arden Hill
'Tis sweet to dwell when not too ill
'Tis sweet to heat the sky lark's song
At rosy dawn, the clouds among.'Tis sweet to know when nurses tend
You are not left without a friend
That none are so accused by fate
As to be left quite desolate.(continues on next page)
