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When I was ten years old in 1970 I stumbled upon an old quoin stone that was once a part of the beautiful gardens of Old Toar House, in the Townsland of Toar Co, Westmeath.
It lay covered in brambles, lost since Toar House was burned down in 1922. As I felt the words cut into the stone, as to much moss covered it to be able to read. This is what it had written into it.
Stay a little longer, said the children to the snowdrop.
Stay a little longer by the old Laburnum tree.
But she said I must be going, be it hailing, raining, snowing
I must stir in me and be going
For the master calleth me
Stay a little longer, said the children to the snowdrop
Stay a little longer in your nut brown nursery
But she said I must be homing, to my sister's in the gloaming
I must stir in me and be homing
For the master calleth me.
ANON.