Scoil: Radharc na Sionainne, Lios Uí Chathasaigh (uimhir rolla 10741)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. Old Songs and Stories (ar lean)

   “Ná ragad-sa bás go brát ¶ Nár fáighimíd an t-sarghal so”

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   

   Níl tú logáilte isteach, ach tá fáilte romhat tras-scríobh a dhéanamh go hanaithnid. Sa chás seo, déanfar do sheoladh IP a stóráil ar mhaithe le rialú cáilíochta.

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   To buy for my love a sword of steel Is go dtugaidh mo mhúirnín slán Siubhal, siubhal, siubhal a ghrádh Siubhal go socair agus siubhal go ciúin Siubhal go dtí an doras agus éilig liom Is go dtugaidh mo mhúirnín slán. (III) And now my love is gone to France To try his fortune to advance If e'er he comes back its but a chance Is go dtugaidh mo mhúirnín slán. Siubhal, siubhal, siubhal a grádh Siubhal go sochair agus siubhal ciúin Siubhal go dtí an doras agus éilig liom Is go dtugaidh mo mhúirnín slán.

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2. The King's Daughter

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   There were cats there one time and they used to gather into a barn telling stories every night. There were two living in another place. Their names were "Murcadh Mór" "Murcadh Beag." The king gave a party and the two cats were there. Murcadh Mór did something wrong at the party and the kings daughter beat him. Murcadh Mór spat into her milk and poisoned it. The kings daughter drank it and she got very sick. The king promised that who ever would cure here would get her in marriage. There were doctors from all over the world trying to cure her but they could not succeed. So this night the cats were telling stories and

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

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