* SWEET ADRIGOLE (in Beara). 1) Dear parents you're now sad and lonely. All alone you must sit down and sigh. Your sons they have all gone to travel, and your daughters have left you likewise. They have travelled to Butte and to Leadville, to Boston right off to Greenore. But parents we'll never forget you in your homestead in sweet Adrigole. * 2) The trees are all crowded with warblers; the blackbirds and thrushes they sing. Sure we wish we could hear them each morning instead of the 6 'clock ring. We wish we could die there contented; no more would we wish for to roam; for dearer than gold or of silver is our homestead in sweet Adrigole. 3) Now for wishes we very few get them; and wishing it would never do; for if we had our wishes, dear parents, we would all fly back straight home to you. So goodbye to you dearest forever. It is sad that we can't live at home. So goodbye to you father and mother, and goodbye to you sweet Adrigole. * ---- from an old man for Riobard.** *

Thank you, Riobard! Susan On Nov 21, 2012, at 9:11 AM, Riobard O' Dwyer wrote: > * SWEET ADRIGOLE (in Beara). > 1)... >