“The rain falls on my yellow locksAnd the dew it wets my skin;My babe lies cold within my arms;But none will let me in.” The final lines from The Lass of Aughrim, the setting for this month’s document from the archives. Catriona Crowe came in to talk about this letter which was written during the time of the famine. Full transcript below: John Donoghue Esquire,Sub InspectorCounty of Wicklow,Aughrim June 16 1847 I have to state that on the 11th Instant a travelling pauper named Honor Kirwin & her child dropped on the highway near Aughrim, both being ill with fever, ...