Scoil: Scairt (B.), Cill Dairbhe (uimhir rolla 4126)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Where the Funshion Flows on to the Sea (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   III
   Here watches the drake, from his post by the brake,
   While the duck takes her young ones to feed
   And gently they glide, with their heads to the tide
   With the old bird herself in the lead
   There the waterhen's present, so too is the pheasant
   And the woodcock is no absentee
   When the song-birds let go, from the woods all aglow,
   Where the Funcheon flows on to the sea.

   IV
   Many rivers I've known, all with features their own
   And forests that boast of their height,
   Where the hawk, and the kea, soar about airily
   And the mo-poke is heard in the night.
   But dearer the cry of the gander up high
   As he points with his beak o'er the lea,
   When he steers for the haze o'er the meadows and maize
   Where the Funcheon flows on to the sea.

   V
   Yes, I'm tired of the heat and the hum of the street
   And the glare of the glass at each side
   Of the tramp of the throng, and the tram-cars ding-dong,
   And the motor that won't be denied.
   And I long for a game in a nook I could name
   Where nature provides a marquee,
   In a townland renowned, with old friends all around
   Where the Funcheon flows on to the sea.

   Collected by : Shiela Collins
   Written by W. Fouhy New Zealand

   

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

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   Teanga

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   Faisnéiseoir

   W. Fouhy