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The Scholar

The Scholar
(Maura O'Connell)

The train from Sligo moves too slow as it brings her from the school below
She wants to be home faster than the train from Sligo ever can and
Wonders where the passing time goes creeping by the window my, oh my
It's getting longer than it ever has before.

cho:    Eyes white as silver dollars, I can't think why, but she's a scholar
     Hold on; it seems so long to learn what's right from what is wrong.
     Oh, school books and fancy collars; I might not care to be a scholar
     Hold on, her daddy tells her, learn to sing your song.

The train to Sligo moves too fast when holidays are gone at last
And winter nights are here again, please promise me you'll write me then.
It's two long weeks till I get home, I can't help feeling all alone.
If someone doesn't write me soon I'll simply fade away.

copyright Maura O'Connell

Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!

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