Scoil: Cloran (uimhir rolla 5282)

Ar an leathanach seo

1. The Grazier Tribe (ar lean)

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)

   To keep you in poverty,

   3
   O ye men in name have you no shame,
   To see this beauteous land.
   Turned into one vast wilderness.
   By a cursed grazier band,
   This land so fine was never designed,
   By Providence on high,
   To keep John Bull with mutton full.
   While the natives starve and die,

   4
   Oh; ye men of honest labour,
   If ever you'd be free,
   Now take your stand upon the land.
   And strike for liberty,
   Commit no crime, now is the time,
   To burst your galling chains,
   And drive this band, clean of the land,
   As Brian drove the Danes.

   5
   Oh this land of ours of sunny showers.
   How fair it would be to see,
   Across the plain the golden grain,
   All waving like the sea,
   And men so fine instead of kime,
   You'll see on every land,
   To give a cheer for freedom dear,

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   Micheál Pearóid

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   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Addinstown, Co. na hIarmhí

   Faisnéiseoir

   Mrs A. Perry

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   Baineann

   Seoladh

   Addinstown, Co. na hIarmhí