War diary of William J. McNamara

• 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

  
  

  
  

  
  

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

  In lonely Hours  My memory

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