Scoil: Moynalty (B.)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Tax-Gatherer's Visit (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   Much like the neck of an old speechless fiddle.
   His crooked mouth reached to his ear one side,
   And to his deep mouth two double chins were tied;
   These hanging lips embraced the sun and wind,
   But never felt the embrace of a woman kind.
   Oh, no, the gripping, tax-collecting pest,
   Love has no place in his ungrateful breast,
   Except a sordid passion to obtain
   Low murky Mammon and ill-gotten gain.
   At last he died and when the knave was dead
   The book of rates was placed beneath his head"

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

2. The Farmer's Lament for a Broken Pipe

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   "It grieves me much, dear pipe, to see that you broke;
   I mourn your loss in the absence of your smoke;
   I mourn your loss and your untimely end-

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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   Stair Athraigh

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