Scoil: Annacarter

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Local Song - Queen Sabine (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   As rounding the turn she wheeled
   The hoof strokes were whacking behind her
   But still she kept leading the field
   She showed them the way for to travel
   Frank sat as still as a stone
   He seemed to be glued in the saddle
   As she came in hard held and alone

   VII
   She came to the course on last season
   To run once again for the cup
   It as really to hard for to ask her
   Twelve stone on her back was too much
   But she ran it and won it much faster
   Then she did the first you will find
   So now she is the pick of the party
   The gallant young queen Sabine

   VIII
   I want neither harping nor singing
   Such things with my style don't agree
   Where the hooves of the horses are ringing
   Is music sufficient for me
   And surely the galland Bray Hunters
   Will come out next season again
   With fresh races on point-to-point course
   Perhaps she will have a look in

   

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

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         1. folk poetry (~9,504)

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