THOMOND
Would God I could be going Where tho wild winds blow, , And the little crooked bohreens Go straggling thro’ the heather: ■lt’s little I'd be caring If sleet were there or 6now, Or the matchless scent of roses In eummer’6 cun-kissed weather: Could I sing again in Thomond, In green hilled, pleasant Thomond. Where tho crooning streams and I Sang our songs of old together! Would God I could bo faring Where the kind folks be, With a hearty smile and Creeling At every twist and turning: I’d sell the soul within mo Could I win again and see The silver mists of morning, And the gold whins burning; Could I roam again in Thomond, In green hilled, pleasant Thomond, I’d forget my share of sorrow, And tho long years’ mourning!
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New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 11933, 13 September 1924, Page 13
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132THOMOND New Zealand Times, Volume LI, Issue 11933, 13 September 1924, Page 13
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