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Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Local Poem (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Im' not as young as I used to be
   My head's nigh gray, still your kind words weigh
   Like lead in this throbbing breast o' me.

   If I should take you I might forsake you
   You know Im' odd in certain ways
   And if I should leave you I know 'twould grieve you
   And maybe shorten your living days.

   And then our childer 'twould them bewilder
   And leave them pining for their mother dear
   While you in sorrow would watch each morrow
   And grief & trouble your heart should sear."

   Her voice then quivered, as these words she delivered
   And with a most angelic air,
   She sobbed on his breast as he lay at rest
   Saying "none but the brave deserve the fair."

   What followed after, the sound of laughter
   Prevented reaching the listener's ears
   Suffice it to say, ere dawn of day
   He had silenced all poor Marget's fears.

   There'll be a marriage & in the carriage
   The Carn Bard will take a seat
   And John Mc.Ivor will spend a fiver
   On whiskey punch & poteen neat.

   

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

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