Scoil: Brosna (B.) (uimhir rolla 13018)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. (gan teideal) (ar lean)

   “A dozen years has now clapsed...”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   III
   The shout then caused a loud applause
   And roused by all unnumbered
   This tiger's fall by base assault
   One states and lawns encumbered
   Now he fought to know his faults
   But Fairfield armed better
   Who made him 'bawl' disgraced to walk
   My shame, to all a lecture.
   IV
   Long may you reign without a stain,
   And your warlike leading 'seconds'
   Who brought your aim upon his frame,
   And caused the traitor fettered.
   Oscar, the brave, could no better fare
   Nor the daring, raging Hector.
   You bards of fame don't fault my theme
   For I would praise it better.

   Chorus:- No more he'll fight by day or night
   He'd sooner die a rascal
   Than face my squire, who broke his thighs
   And sorely spoiled his ankles.

   Piece by the Poet.
   "You'll know by this, I'm in fact a weaver
   An ancient branch of grand Milesius
   A right bright heart of art and nature
   Although being marked and yellow featured"
   Finish

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Faisnéiseoir

   Con Greaney

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   An Tuairín, Co. Chiarraí