Scoil: Brúgh Ríogh (C.) (uimhir rolla 10229)

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1. Local Poems

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   Local Poems 26/9/38

   Sweet Bruree
   As I stand on the bridge and gaze all around,
   At the little village where our ancient kings were crowned
   Beneath me flows the Maigue a sluggish river,
   Where the gentle trout rise and quiver,
   Beside me an ancient castle stand.
   The view from its turret is something grand.
   The village itself a beauty to see.
   There is no place in Ireland to compare with Bruree.
   The houses well kept and spotlessly clean.
   Everyone in itself fit to be seen.

   The Last of Bruree

   Last night as I lay down to sleep,
   A vision before me did softly creep,
   A vision I hope I never shall see.
   Destruction threatened on sweet Bruree.
   On the cross were the Guards strongly advising
   The people to leave, the river was rising.
   There was terrible noise and scurring of feet
   As the people rushed out of Waterstreet.
   Around the cross they stuck like mud,
   Watching their houses go away in the flood.

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   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Mary Jones

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   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Brú Rí, Co. Luimnigh

   Faisnéiseoir

   Mr M. Jones

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   Fireann

   Aois

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   Seoladh

   Brú Rí, Co. Luimnigh