AN OLD IRISH HILL.

New Zealand Tablet, Volume XXII, Issue 14, 2 August 1895, Page 15

AN OLD IRISH HILL.

I'm weary and sick of the sights of tho town, Though haughty its mansions and high its renown. Ob, if some good fairy would but set me down Oa an old Iriah hill in the morning ! My soul ever sighs for a sight of the fc^.. , By daar old Kiuvara or down by Kilkee, Or where Moher cliff j in their nanjisty free Fliag back ocean billows in scorning. An old Irish hill where the crag is so Eteep, The air is so sweet and the heather so deep— Oh I gladly I'd labour and soundly I'd sleep Oa an old Irish hill in the morning. # * # * Bat if the day came for the bold mountaineer To strike for the hearths and the homes we hold dear, And ringing on high on the startled air clear, The blast of tha bugles gave warning— Ob I where could oar boys make aßturdier atand, To strike a stout blow for the cause of oar land, Than massed in their might on the sides green and grand Of an old Irish hill in the morning I From an old Irish hill — oh I like eagles we'd sweep, And chase the false foe through the valley liko sheep— Ob, a harvest of hope for our Erin we'd reap, On an old Irish bill in the morning I F/ hey.