War diary of William J. McNamara

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 Left page 

II

I see that old thatched

rooff again + look on it

the foam that guides

me home to where they

lived + Died.         To

that old churchyard in

Fedemore my wearied feet

would stray + beside

their graves I sadly kneel

+ kiss that sacred clay

of Irish clay they 

loved so  well. twas

God + you alone.that

brightened every hour

they spent in that

quaint old humble

home. + when lifes work

was over + had said

their last good bye

they left in peace with

Ireland. To meet their God on

high

 Right page 

Those white washed

walls look dreary now, As 

I gaze across the foam +

view the empty chairs

that stand in my dear

old Irish home. The old

fire place I plainly see

the coal fire burning

low As  I'm still wandering

far away since 20 years ago

When I gaze upon that

Sugar chair my eyes fill

up with tears. for twas 

there in childhood's

happiest days I played on 

Mother's knees My Father

sat across the way with

that smile he always wore

Now they are sleeping

quietly side by side

in their loved old

Fedemore



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 Left page 

II

I see that old thatched

rooff again + look on it

the foam that guides

me home to where they

lived + Died.         To

that old churchyard in

Fedemore my wearied feet

would stray + beside

their graves I sadly kneel

+ kiss that sacred clay

of Irish clay they 

loved so  well. twas

God + you alone.that

brightened every hour

they spent in that

quaint old humble

home. + when lifes work

was over + had said

their last good bye

they left in peace with

Ireland. To meet their God on

high

 Right page 

Those white washed

walls look dreary now, As 

I gaze across the foam +

view the empty chairs

that stand in my dear

old Irish home. The old

fire place I plainly see

the coal fire burning

low As  I'm still wandering

far away since 20 years ago

When I gaze upon that

Sugar chair my eyes fill

up with tears. for twas 

there in childhood's

happiest days I played on 

Mother's knees My Father

sat across the way with

that smile he always wore

Now they are sleeping

quietly side by side

in their loved old

Fedemore




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  • November 24, 2017 17:05:28 Thomas A. Lingner

     Left page 

    II

    I see that old thatched

    rooff again + look on it

    the foam that guides

    me home to where they

    lived + Died.         To

    that old churchyard in

    Fedemore my wearied feet

    would stray + beside

    their graves I sadly kneel

    + kiss that sacred clay

    of Irish clay they 

    loved so  well. twas

    God + you alone.that

    brightened every hour

    they spent in that

    quaint old humble

    home. + when lifes work

    was over + had said

    their last good bye

    they left in peace with

    Ireland. To meet their God on

    high

     Right page 

    Those white washed

    walls look dreary now, As 

    I gaze across the foam +

    view the empty chairs

    that stand in my dear

    old Irish home. The old

    fire place I plainly see

    the coal fire burning

    low As  I'm still wandering

    far away since 20 years ago

    When I gaze upon that

    Sugar chair my eyes fill

    up with tears. for twas 

    there in childhood's

    happiest days I played on 

    Mother's knees My Father

    sat across the way with

    that smile he always wore

    Now they are sleeping

    quietly side by side

    in their loved old

    Fedemore



  • July 7, 2017 17:46:54 Annick Rodriguez

    I see that    II  old thatched

    rooff again + look on it

    the foam that guides

    me home to where they

    lived + Died.         To

    that old churchyard in

    Fedemore my wearied feet

    would stray + beside

    their graves I sadly kneel

    + kiss that sacred clay

    of Irish clay they 

    loved so  well. twas

    God + you alone.that

    brightened every hour

    they spent in that

    quaint old humble

    home. + when lifes work

    was over  ...  had said

    their last good bye

    they left in peace with

    Ireland. To meet their God or

    high

    [end left page]

    [start right page]

    Those white washed

    walls look dreary now,  As 

    I gaze across the foam +

    view the empty chairs

    that stand in my dear

    old Irish home. The old

    fire place I plainly sees

    the coal fire burning

    low As  Im still wandering

    far away sinse 20 years ago

    When I gaze upon that

    Sugar chair my eyes fill

    up with tears. for twas 

    there in childhoods

    happiest days I played on 

    Mothers knees My Father

    sat across the way with

    that smile he always wore

    Now they are sleeping

    quietly side by side

    in their loved old

    Fedemore




  • July 7, 2017 17:40:36 Annick Rodriguez

    I see that    II  old thatched

    rooff again + look on it

    the foam that guides

    me home to where they

    lived + Died.         To

    that old churchyard in

    Fedemore my wearied feet

    would stray + beside

    their graves I sadly kneel

    + kiss that sacred clay

    of Irish clay they 

    loved so  well. twas

    God + you alone.that

    brightened every hour

    they spent in that

    quaint old humble

    home. + when lifes work

    was over  ...  had said

    their last good bye

    they left in peace with

    Ireland. To meet their God or

    high

    [end left page]

    [start right page]




  • July 7, 2017 17:39:37 Annick Rodriguez

    I see that    II  old thatched

    rooff again + look on it

    the foam that guides

    me home to where they

    lived + Died.         To

    that old churchyard in

    Fedemore my wearied feet

    would stray + beside

    their graves I sadly kneel

    + kiss that sacred clay

    of Irish clay they 

    loved so  well. twas

    God + you alone.that

    brightened every hour

    they spent in that

    quaint old humble

    home. + when lifes work

    was over  ...  had said

    their last good bye



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    Verdun

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  • Story location Verdun


ID
4433 / 51864
Source
http://europeana1914-1918.eu/...
Contributor
Tom McNamara
License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/


  • English

  • Western Front




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