Scoil: Drumgownagh

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Tom Gulheany (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   To see how yeomen reeled and ran.Was balson for an Irish man,
   Beside the bands cojointly played,
   In thundering strains the White Cockade.
   The good old cause we must confess
   Thus far preceeded with sucess.
   And brilliant was Gilheany's luck
   'Till he arrived at Ballinamuck.
   But by reverse of fortune there,
   He had to fly in wide despair.
   Over hill and valley, mead and moor,
   His life was not a moment sure,
   That night beneath the hedge he lay
   Until it was approaching day.
   When he started you must know,
   Sean pointed him the way to go.
   And told him where he might be sure,
   To rest some night in peace secure.
   But when he reached that distant place
   A yeoman stared him in the face.
   And blurted out in tone severe,
   Dam papist what has brought you here,
   A rebel you were in the past,
   But now your doom is sealed at last.
   Bob Ferguson is my name
   And I don't think it son or shame
   A croppy dog like you to swing.

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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