Scoil: Ballyroan (Convent) (uimhir rolla 1556)

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   I love the sunny shores of France, I love Italian clime
   Where beauty beams or fields and streams, and nature reigns sublime.
   I love the Alps, the winding Rhine the classic

   But ten times more I do adore the skies in Ballyroan.
   II
   The Golden sun ne'er beamed upon a sweeter little town
   The furling rill that drives the mill through hazel shades run down
   The moat high crowned with noble trees its origin unknown
   Got it's silver grave illumes the place for miles round Ballyroan
   III
   The chapel spire high over all, points to the crystal sky
   The vesper chime proclaims the time of evening worship
   Then its home the hearty workman comes his toil of work now flown
   With song and cheer and Keenans' beer enlivens Ballyroan
   IV
   Oh Ballyroan my own dear home whilst beats this
   Irish heart within my breast o you oppressed
   I'll act a brave man's part.
   But should I fall for Erin's cause like Emmet and Wolfe Tone [?]
   My latest sigh to Heaven on high would be for Ballyroan.

   

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