1. Assembly
September 2017

2. Whatsoever you do to the least of my people that you do unto me
when I was hungry you gave me to eat
when I was thirsty you gave me to drink
now enter into the home of my father

3. When I was lonely
to me you did speak
When I was homeless
you opened your door.
Now enter into the home of my father.
Whatsoever you do to the least of my people that you do unto me

4. When I was weary you helped me find rest
When I was anxious you helped calm all my fears Now enter into the home of my father
Whatsoever you do to the least of my people that you do unto me

5. When I was laughed at you stood by my side
When I was happy you shared in my joy
now enter into the home of my father
Whatsoever you do to the least of my people that you do unto me

6. Rose of Mooncoin
Oh how sweet 'tis to roam by the Suir's lovely stream and to hear the birds coo 'neath the morning sunbeams where the thrush and the robin their sweet notes enjoin On the banks of the Suir that flows down by Mooncoin

7. CHORUS Flow on lovely river, flow gently along by your water's so sweet sounds the lark's merry song on your green banks I'll wander where first I did join with you lovely Molly, the Rose of Mooncoin

8. In Dublin's fair city Where the girls are so pretty I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone As she wheeled her wheelbarrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

9. She was a fishmonger And sure, t'was no wonder For so were her mother and father before And they wheeled their barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"

10. She died of a fever And sure, so one could save her And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone Now her ghost wheels her barrow Through the streets broad and narrow Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh Alive, alive, oh Crying "cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh"
Alive, alive, oh

11. Oh the Green and Red of Mayo I can see it still It's soft and craggy bog lands It's tall majestic hills Where the ocean kisses Ireland And the waves caress its shore Oh the feeling it came over me To stay forever more Forever more

12. From its rolling coastal waters I can see Croagh Patrick's peak Where one Sunday every Summer The pilgrims climb the reek Where Saint Patrick in his solitude Looked down across Clew Bay And with a ringing of his bell Called the faithful there to pray There to pray

13. We’re the kids from Castlemartyr. We wear the red & white.
Castlemartyr Abú
We’re the kids from Castlemartyr.
We wear the red & white.
We love the game of hurling and we try with all our might.
To beat the opposition when we’re put to the test.
So here’s to Castlemartyr.
Castlemartyr are the best!

14. The Banks of My Own Lovely Lee
How oft’ do my thoughts in their fancy take flight to the homes of my childhood away.
To the days when each patriots memory seemed bright.
Ere they dreamed that those joys would decay.
When my heart was as light as the wild winds that blow down the Mardyke through each elm tree.
Where I sported and played ‘neath the green leafy shade on the banks of my own lovely Lee.

15. Cailín Na Gaillimhe
Bhuel de thug mé cos ar an siúlóid mhór Thart ar lár an lae Is de bhuail mé le cailín breá dathúil Agus thosaíomar ag plé.

16. Agus n'fheadar liom, Cad a tháinig orm
Agus n'fheadar liom, Cad a tháinig orm. Lena gruaig chomh [G]dubh Is a súile gorm.
Ach thóg mé a lámh. Thug mé rince di, Agus phóg mé cailín na Gaillimhe.

17. Bhíomar leath-shlí tríd nuair a d'oscail an spéir Níos déanaí ins an lae. Agus rith muid síos chuig an árasán Chomh bog an lae i-ay.

18. Agus n'fheadar liom, Cad a tháinig orm
Agus n'fheadar liom, Cad a tháinig orm. Lena gruaig chomh dubh Is a súile gorm.
Ach thóg mé a lámh. Thug mé rince di, Agus phóg mé cailín na Gaillimhe.

19. The Old Dungarvan Oak
As I roved out one morning Going to Dungarvan Fair I spied a pretty maiden With the sunlight in her hair Her way was so delightful Her voice rang like a bell And as I overtook her I asked if she was well

20. Chorus Lay down your woollen shawl me love I swear it is no joke And I’ll tell to you the story of The Old Dungarvan Oak

21. Our School Song:
This is our school.
Let peace be found here.
May the rooms be full of happiness.
Let love abide.
Love for one another.
The love of life itself.
O,oooo, oo oo.
And the love of God .