Thurles My Heart And My Home.

Thurles My Heart And My Home.
Poem courtesy of Thurles Author & Poet Tom Ryan ©

Oh, happy carillon and bells of my youth,
By the river Suir now sounding!
How near and how dear to my heart’s truth
In quiet moments never-ending.

By Cathedral bells’ sound,
One day I was born,
Amid musical sounds of a river
That sings in my heart,
In moments forlorn,
And in my happiest moments ever.

To play and to school,
My life was to rule,
By the bells and the river determined,
By green banks and bridge,
By the Ursuline school,
My earliest life was thus fashioned.

And, however, how often,
I may wander away,
Be it near or far over the ocean,
I shall hear in my mind,
The bells peal and play,
Their carols of happy emotion.

Carolling, carolling , carolling ever,
Always in tune with the song of the river,
Oh, bells of my heart and my home now ringing,
Ever and ever sweetly singing.

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