Let Death Not Sneak In Our Door
In the days gone by during the War On the family farm in old Lislea My mother but a child she was …
In the days gone by during the War On the family farm in old Lislea My mother but a child she was …
Verse from another legend from Longford recorded by the Irish Folklore Commission From Clonbroney the priest was travelling Was making his weary …
No dancing sun the Easter morning As the birds sing in the sky I sleepy look out at the dawn As the …
My mother grew up outside the Longford village of Ballinalee. She always said she preferred the English name on it, St. Johnstown… …
My mother told of attending a wake when a child in her native village Ballinalee, where the pipes that were smoked cermonially …
Gaza and Granard, both experienced revenge attacks from insurgents activities, bar Gaza is on a greater scale than anything the Black and …
As they lay him down… Madiba… Let them not forget, Forgiveness, what he though them, For hatred, now subdued, can yet, Tear …
This is a ghost story told to me by my mother, from her grandparents, either Kiernans Mill or Treacys. The roadway mentioned …
A shiver runs up my spine As stories I recall Of people dead in times gone by I was told of when …
I thought of it, attending… The unveiling, the Taoiseachs speech, About a hero we have in common, Who across the divide does …