Scoil: Derreenargan

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Poetry, Carolan's Grave

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   I

   
   Dear harp of my country enshrouded with shamrocks,

   Will the days of thy numbers again come full soon,

   Lo, here in Kilronan poor Carolan is lying,

   Had he lived for a century,

   How proudly we'd bloom.

   
   II

   But death's certain summons peeped o'er his violin,

   His harp and his heart beating ever so low:

   The strains of his music, his pulses are dying,

   The last of the bards feels his fair harp no more.

   
   III

   
   Lo, stranger come tell me hast thou never known,

   Or travelled to Kilronan church-yard

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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