Scoil: Cloran (uimhir rolla 5282)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Lough Bawn (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   at the dawn
   With her long beak if she could speak
   Good Morning Sweet Lough Bawn

   3
   From the land of France they do advance and cross the ocean wide
   With a fair gale they do set sail all bu the evening tide
   From Dublin town of high renown to the mountains of Slieve Bawn
   In frost and rain they'll take a train
   to the banks of Sweet Loc Bás

   4
   There is Dromone it stands alone an ancient village town
   There was no fair or market there since
   Cromwell he called round.
   But the hurried back from day to dawn
   If she could speak with her long beak
   Good Morning Sweet Loc Bás.

   5
   I was a (school) fool when sent to school
   I'd neither sport nor play
   But to quarrel and fight was my delight
   I practised every day.
   I'm now a slave going to my grave myself

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

   Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Eibhlín Ní Chonaill

   Inscne

   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Delvin, Co. Westmeath

   Faisnéiseoir

   William Connell

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Delvin, Co. Westmeath