The Old Mass Shandryden (John O Brien Poems)
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
I can see it in my dreaming o'er a gap of thirty years,And the rattle of its boxes still is ...
'Tis the greatest splash of sunshine right through all my retrospection On the days when fairies brought me golden dreams without ...
Before the lad invested we had comfort here indeed;Our lives were as an open book, and he who ran might ...
Ah, the memories that find me now my hair is turning gray,Drifting in like painted butterflies from paddocks far away;Dripping ...
Yes, that's the hardest hand at all upon my frosted head-That telegram that brought the news that Father Pat is ...
Faith, 'tis good to see him comin' when the bell for Mass is flingin'Gladsome golden notes appealin' on the Sabbath-softened ...
We meet him first in frills immersed,By everyone caressed and nursed, A bonny baby-rather!But, though they please his every whim,Fill up ...
Old Father Pat! They'll tell you still with mingled love and prideOf stirring deeds that live and thrill the quiet ...
Come, Little One, and sing to me A song our big wide land to bless,Around whose gentle parent-knee We've twined the flowers ...
Now of all the old sinners in mischief immersed,From the ages of Gog and Magog,At the top of the list,from ...
"Wisha, where is he goin' to now With the hat on the back of the poll.And the hair of him curled ...
On the Sunday morning mustered,Yarning at our ease;Buggies, traps and jinkers clusteredUnderneath the trees,Horses tethered to the fences;Thus we hold ...
Sing me a song with the ring of truth in it,Sing me a song with the freshness of youth in ...
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