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104 THE FARMER'S BOY
My mother's love for me is warm ; her house
is cold and bare : A man who wants to see the world has little
comfort there ; And there 'tis hard to pay the rent, for all you
dig and delve, But there's hope beyond the mountains for a
little man of twelve.
When I went o'er the mountains I worked for
days on end, Without a soul to cheer me through or one to
call me friend; With older mates I toiled and toiled, in rain
and heat and wind, And kept my place. A Glenties man is never
left behind. |
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