Chimney corners / a journal of recreation for the Irish home
A copy of ‘Chimney corners / a journal of recreation for the Irish home directed by Seumas MacManus, vol. 1, No. 4 (27 Aug. 1938).
Details
- Level of description
- Item
- Date
- 27 Aug. 1938
- Reference
- 47
- Extent and medium
- 24 pp; printed
- Scope and content
- A copy of ‘Chimney corners / a journal of recreation for the Irish home directed by Seumas MacManus, vol. 1, No. 4 (27 Aug. 1938).
- Repository
- Irish Capuchin Archives
- Context
- Irish Capuchin Archives > Papers of 'The Capuchin Annual' and the Irish Capuchin Publications Office > Papers of Fr. Senan Moynihan OFM Cap. > Loose Pamphlet Collection
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Extracted Mentions
People, places, and terms identified via handwriting recognition and named entity recognition.
Sample passages
- Soumar MacManus
- Oh! I'm thinking long for the Heathery Hill
- PRICE 2d.
Full Transcript (OCR, 1 pages)
Machine-generated OCR transcript. Handwritten material may contain recognition errors.
Page 1
SATURDAY, AUGUST 27, 1938 PRICE 2d. Climpey Orners DIRECTED BY Soumar MacManus THE HEATHERY HILL. I mind it well, and I see it yet In a halo of sunset glory, When I climbed knee-deep through the gorse and fern To keep my tryst with Rory. Like a singing-flame the little red lark Poured the joy of its heart above me; My grief, my grief! for the Heathery Hill And the lad that used to love me. The blue mist eerily drifted down, Till the kine were lost in shadow; Twas time for Rory to come this way By boreen and dewy meadow. Then, then a song, that was sweeter far Oh! I'm thinking long for the Heathery Hill And the voice of my lad to cheer me. I miss my mother the livelong day— Sure I was my mother's treasure; I cry in dreams for my father's fields, And the city holds no pleasure: I'd part its ease and its golden store, Though the wise folk may deride me, For a summer eve on the Heathery Hill And the lad o' my heart beside me. ETHNA CARBERY.