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REV. JAMES WILLS (Living-)
THE MINSTREL'S WALK
G
REEN hills of the west, where I carolled along, In the May-day of life, with my harp and my song. Though the winter of time o'er my spirit hath rolled, And the steps of the minstrel are weary and old. Though no more by those famous old haunts shall I
stray — Once the themes of my songs and the guides of ray
way, That each had its story, and true-hearted friend — Before I forget ye, life's journey shall end.
Oh ! 'twas joy in the prime of life's morning to go On the path where Clan Connell once followed Hugh
Roe, O'er the hill of Ceiscorran, renowned Ballymote, By the Boyle, or by Newport, all passes of note, Where the foe their vain armaments haughtily kept; But the foot of th' avenger went by while they
slept — The hills told no tale—but the night-cloud was red, And the friends of the Sasanach quaked at their tread.
By the plains of Rath Croghan, fields famous of yore, Though stronghold and seat of the kingly no more; |
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