War diary of William J. McNamara

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

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  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

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  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

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  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

  
  

  
  

  
  

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• 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

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• 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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