Folk-Lore

[Arrangement: KF Words: Tradional] Last night as I lay dreaming Of pleasant days gone by, Me mind been bent on rambling, To Ireland I did fly, I stepped on board a vision And followed with a will Till next I came to anchor At the cross near Spancill

Susie Moran Life for you it was not easy, And at times was so unfair. In a time when works was scarce, Many burdens were yours to bear. You bore the brunt of grief, When Patrick left the earth. Such a tragedy to happen, To a child 4 months since birt