Scoil: Ballycullane

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Local Song

   “We long will remember that wet September, ¶ On Wednesday the 15th near ten at night”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I
   We long will remember that wet September,
   On Wednesday the 15th near ten at night

   When 'mid sobs and sighing our Pastor dying,
   To Gods Holy Kingdom his soul took fllight

   That hangs round Tintern and (?)
   For each heart is breakin' since God has taken our friend and pastor blessed Fr (Joe?)

   II
   Oh cruel death, Oh (rentless?) dagger did the country stagger from end to end,
   You've left the orphans without a Father,
   And the evicted tenants without a friend

   When the land agitations confused the nations
   He took his station in freedoms (train?)
   He denounced those grabbing (?) in all his (?)
   Did Fr Murphy from (?)

   III
   Dr (?), Walsh and Brogan for three months struggled his life to save,
   But those two diseases scarce (?) (?) until they take their victim to an (?)
   For some time he rallied and outward (sallied?),
   wrapt in his croyden for exercise

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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