War diary of William J. McNamara

• November 24, 2017 17:02:26 Thomas A. Lingner

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  there they take their long

  last sleep. May that 

  streem for ever moistne  moisten 
  

  every flower upon their

  breasts till that day when

  god shall take them to

  his own eternal rest

  Then good bye loved marne

  river may your ever endless

  tide keep fresh the graves

  of they who sleep across

  the greate divide.

              ______________________

                     Marie

   l long again to see the Seine

  roll on through gay Parie. I 

  can picture there one evening

  fair I strolled with you

  Marie. The moon shone on the

  river as we passed in friendly

  talk. The Efil  Eiffel  tower had

  dimmed her light on our

  pleasant evening walk.

  But the war clouds came 

  between us + was parted

  you + me. the sweetest girl

  in all the world Marie

  of old Parie

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  I see that old thatched

  roof again + look on it

  with pride + will bless 

  the foam that guides

  me home to where they

  lived + Died. To

  that old churchyard in

  Fedamore my wearied feet

  would stray + beside

  their graves I sadly kneel

  + kiss that sacred clay

  Oh 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

• July 7, 2017 17:36:20 Annick Rodriguez

  there they take their long

  last sleep. May that 

  streem for ever moisture

  every flower upon their

  breasts till that day when

  god shall take them to

  his own eternal rest

  Then good bye loved marne

  river may your ever endless

  tide keep fresh the graves

  of they who sleep across

  the greate divide.

              ______________________

                     Marie

   l long again to see the scene

  roll on through gay Paris. I 

  can picture there one evening

  fair I strolled with you

  Marie. The moon shone on the

  river as we passed in friendly

  talk. The Efil tower had

  dimmed her light on our

  pleasant evening walk.

  Bu the war clouds came 

  between us - was parted

  you + me. the sweetest girl in all the world Marie

  of old Paris

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  I see the   II  old thatched

  rooff again + look on it

  with pride + will bless 

  the foam that guides

  me home to where they

  lived + Died.         To

  that old churchyard in

  Fedamore 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

  
  

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• July 6, 2017 17:49:47 Annick Rodriguez

  there they take their long

  last sleep. May that 

  streem for ever moisture

  every flower upon their

  breasts till that day when

  god shall take them to

  his own eternal rest

  Then good bye loved marne

  river may your ever endless

  tide keep fresh the graves

  of they who sleep across

  the greate divide.

              ______________________

                     Marie

   l long again to see the scene

  roll on through gay Paris. I 

  can picture there one evening

  fair I strolled with you

  Marie. The moon shone on the

  river as we passed in friendly

  talk. The Efil tower had

  dimmed her light on our

  pleasant evening walk.

  Bu the war clouds came 

  between us - was parted

  you + me. the sweetest girl in all the world Marie

  of old Paris

  
  

  
  

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