Scoil: Fortview, Clones (uimhir rolla 15300)
- Suíomh:
- Cluain Eois, Co. Mhuineacháin
- Múinteoir: S. de Bhál
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Bailiúchán na Scol, Imleabhar 0946, Leathanach 162
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Ar an leathanach seo
- O’Boylan the tiernach of Clones is dead
And the death bell is pealing its slow dismal tones
The Tanist of Clones the young Iver stands
At the tomb of his father mid huntsman and friends
And amongst them his uncle dark Mossa is seen
But he seems not to beat to the wailers' wild keenHis brow is contracted but not from grief
He counts by what means he may rise to be chief
In custom proclaimed that the Tanist must reign
And the Tanist is loved by both chieftain and swain
And Mossa to rise must the Tanist remove
For the Tanist will reign both by custom and loveSadly and slowly the Tanist returned
from the tomb of his father and deeply he mourned
For many an hour that night he did weep
Ere the grief for this father was buried in sleep
And when he at length had sunk into repose
Dark Mossa his uncle at midnight aroseAnd bound the young Tanist while buried in sleep
And flung him part chained in a dungeon-cell deep
With a fork of hot iron he burned out his eyes
And the young Iver sightless and hopeless now lies
And he spread a false tale through the country around(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
