Scoil: Carnadough (C.), Newtowncashel

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Cashel of the Hills

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   1
   My native place of matchless grace,
   What charms can equal thine,
   Let greater beings laud sweeter scenes
   To sing your praise be mine.
   Thy pastures fair and gardens rare,
   Which floral fragrance fills
   Thy shady nooks and laughing brooks
   Sweet Cashel of the hills.
   II
   Slopes steep and green can here be seen
   The work of nature's hand
   And fields as fair I do declare
   As e'er the breezes fanned.
   And placid floods and waving woods
   And silver sparkling rills,
   And pleasing dells and holy wells
   In Cashel of the hills
   III
   And fair Newtown to-day looks down
   Like a mother on her young.
   Diffusing light and virtue bright
   Her faithful ones among,
   Who in the past stood firm and fast
   And bore their share of ills

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