Scoil: Gurrane (B.) (uimhir rolla 14839)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. A Story (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   And they called it the land and labour association
   The chair was taken by our good Father Mac,
   For the rights of his parish he never was slack.
   To the laws of the chamberlain he would never agree
   At the meeting they held in the publicans field.

   Conner the tailor made another song for his son and it was

   Last Saturday night and I shaving
   My heart it was aching with pain
   And if you listen to me for a moment my sad case to you I'll explain
   Twas all of a worthless old razor that never was nor never will be in bloom
   That I bought from a clever old shaver who lived many years in the town of Macroom.

   The traitor that sold it praised it and said it was the best kind made.
   And he gave me plenty of 'blarney' till my half crown to him I had paid
   I went and I purchased another at Mrs. O'Leary's, North Square.
   Her good goods are far, far superior to that which other authors declare.
   If I was a poet of experience their praises I'd raise to the moon,
   But I'm void of that rare gift, who knows but I may

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Paddy Scriven

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Lios an Chraosaigh, Co. Chorcaí