What it is to lose a name,
What this world is altogether,
If bereft of honest fame.
Poverty ne’er brings dishonour,
Hardship ne’er breeds sorrow’s smart,
If bright conscience takes upon her
To shed sunshine round the heart.
Hector Mc’ Neill.
What it is to lose a name,
What this world is altogether,
If bereft of honest fame.
Poverty ne’er brings dishonour,
Hardship ne’er breeds sorrow’s smart,
If bright conscience takes upon her
To shed sunshine round the heart.
Hector Mc’ Neill.