School: Clochar na Trócaire, Drangan (roll number 7232)

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1. Gold Seeking - A Tale by A Drangan Boy (continued)

   

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   III
   'Tis crumbled and dismantled now,
   A place where begins hide,
   Thro' day, the simple peasants believe
   Their pranks to play by night,
   Should the belated traveller
   Be forced to pass the way
   Ah sainto, do you not laugh above
   To listen to him pray

   IV
   This fine October evening there's
   A stir around the ruin;
   A man is gazing out of there -
   Is gone, and coming soon;
   The thickening shades of darkness round
   Are settling s'er the hill-
   Old Slievenamon all the way fall
   But thou art standing still

   V
   'Tis deepning into gloomy night
   And yet he is not gone

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   History Edit

   Language

   English

   Collector

   Teresa Walshe

   Gender

   Female

   Address

   Maigh Gabhra, Co. Thiobraid Árann