The Pathway around by Carrhill
(Air: ‘Believe me if all those
endearing young charms’)
Old time in its flight brings changes to all
And scatters one’s friends far and wide;
Now changed are the scenes where in boyhood I roamed
Away by the old Slaney side.
So blithely we wandered by woodland and lea,
By mountain and river and rill,
And the one track of all that we cherished the most
Was the pathway around by Carrhill.
When closed for the day were the smiles on the
We ran from the schoolhouse away,
Scarce thinking of dinner we rushed from our homes
And joined in some innocent play.
To gather the wild flowers that stood at her breast,
We climbed some old hillside so steep
Or climbed some old ivy tree to see a bird’s nest
And take of its treasures a peep.
And in the clear Slaney beneath the broad stones
Seeking siy little trout all a-thrill,
Or in the old Moss-house in gay cheery tones
We would merrily sing of Carrhill.
Ah, but yet there are haunts of my boyhood which show
The features so dear to me still,
But one of the spots where we still love to go
Is the pathway around by Carrhill.