School: Drom an Mhadaidh
- Location:
- Drumavaddy, Co. Cavan
- Teacher: S. Ó Murchadha
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Dreams to some come very true and come grief to more
As it did to me and my country thats poor old Eirns shore
I dremt I was upon a hill becide a lovely vale
And there I spied a charming girl her name was Granuale
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Her hair hung over her shoulders as she was dressed in green
I tought she was the fairest girl that ere my eyes had seen
As I drew near I then could hear by the plesant morning gale.
As she went aloing she sang a song I am poor old Granuale.
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I hastened on my footsteps those words to her did say
Now are you from the heavens above or what brought you this way
Its within a sigh she did reply by my grief I cant conceal,
For my patriot, John Dillon who was put all into jail
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Yes Dillon was put in prison and the reason you can see
For loving dear old Ireland his native country
To defend the Irish people he tried many a plan and scheme
And our gallant sons many favours won says poor old(continues on next page)
