War diary of William J. McNamara

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In lonely Hours  My memory

strays to Ireland dear + you

To all the haunts of Boyhood days

when young I traveled through

I see the grey old castle walls

those winding steps of stone

upon that hilltop far away

as I got here alone. I watched

the fox hunt from your crest

your walls now worn + gray

your green field just the

same as when we danced

the time away.

A ever dear old landmark

you stand there all alone

with not a care in this world

for you but to call the evil

home. you show us all the

grand old scenes you draw

them to your breast. That

dear old town of Limerick-

Then the golden west - The

Shannons silvery water shines

so near yet far away your

magic flower comes over the

sea + lingers here to day



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In lonely Hours  My memory

strays to Ireland dear + you

To all the haunts of Boyhood days

when young I traveled through

I see the grey old castle walls

those winding steps of stone

upon that hilltop far away

as I got here alone. I watched

the fox hunt from your crest

your walls now worn + gray

your green field just the

same as when we danced

the time away.

A ever dear old landmark

you stand there all alone

with not a care in this world

for you but to call the evil

home. you show us all the

grand old scenes you draw

them to your breast. That

dear old town of Limerick-

Then the golden west - The

Shannons silvery water shines

so near yet far away your

magic flower comes over the

sea + lingers here to day




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  • November 24, 2017 17:15:53 Thomas A. Lingner

    In lonely Hours  My memory

    strays to Ireland dear + you

    To all the haunts of Boyhood days

    when young I traveled through

    I see the grey old castle walls

    those winding steps of stone

    upon that hilltop far away

    as I got here alone. I watched

    the fox hunt from your crest

    your walls now worn + gray

    your green field just the

    same as when we danced

    the time away.

    A ever dear old landmark

    you stand there all alone

    with not a care in this world

    for you but to call the evil

    home. you show us all the

    grand old scenes you draw

    them to your breast. That

    dear old town of Limerick-

    Then the golden west - The

    Shannons silvery water shines

    so near yet far away your

    magic flower comes over the

    sea + lingers here to day



  • July 7, 2017 17:58:35 Annick Rodriguez

    In lonely Hours  My memory

    strays to Ireland dear+ you

    To all the haunts of Boyhood days

    when young I traveled through

    I seethe grey old castle walls

    those winding steps of stone

    upon that hilltop far away

    as I got here alone. I watched

    the fox hunt from your ... 

    your walls now worn + gray

    your green field just the

    same as when we danced

    the time away.

    A ever dear old land mak

    you stand there all along

    with not a care in his world

    for you but to call the evils

    home. you showed all the

    grand old scenes you draw

    them to your breast That

    dear old town of Limerick-

    Then the golden west- The

    Shannons silvery water shines

    so near yet far away your

    magic flower comes over the

    sea + lingers here to day




  • July 7, 2017 17:52:18 Annick Rodriguez

    In lonely Hours  My memory

    strays to Ireland dear+ you



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    Verdun

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  • Story location Verdun


ID
4433 / 51866
Source
http://europeana1914-1918.eu/...
Contributor
Tom McNamara
License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/


  • English

  • Western Front




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