Scoil: Knockbride (2)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Troubles of 1798 - A True Story - A Grandfather's Tale (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   One night in the early springtime, when the folks had gone to rest,
   I was up with a cow that was ailing, - for God knows all things best:
   But I couldn't get rest for a moment, for I felt there was something wrong;
   I kept walking about and watching, and I hadn't to wait too long.

   For there by the rising moonlight I saw again and again
   A kind of a moving shadow creeping along the lane;
   I wasn't deceived, for I guessed it all; for coming steady-slow
   Was a band of midnight soldiers, & I knew they were out for Joe.

   But now was my time of action; as a friend I could choose my way;
   So I flew like a flash to the window of the room where I knew he lay:-
   "Joe, Joe, get up! the soldiers are on you. fly!
   Away to the broomy hill & I'll take them off your tracks or die!

   I waited in the shadow of the fir-trees till they came,
   Like thieves who were out for plunder, or a sleuth-hound in its game,
   I watched them creeping and stealing like the flow of a rising tide,
   But their prey was off and in safety on yonder mountain side.

   They stayed not for a moment but dashed wildly at the door,
   And broke it in an instant as they'd often done before;
   Then bursting into the kitchen and rushing madly on
   One shouted, "The nest is here, boys, but the bird is fairly gone."

   And then a horrid clamouring with oaths and curses rose,
   As one by one they questioned his hiding to disclose;

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Thomas J. Barron

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Gairm bheatha

   Teacher (Léirítear teidil na ngairmeacha i mBailiúchán na Scol sa bhunteanga inar cláraíodh iad)