Scoil: Ardlow

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1. The Exile's Lamentation

   

   Roinn Roinn Postáil

   My barque is on the ocean bound for a foreign strand
   But still my heart's emotion beats for Ireland;
   From the green hills of my childhood
   Dairy streams and mountains grey
   From each valley, plain and wildwood
   I'm wandering, an exile, away.

   Oh! why do I wander or leave my native land?
   Because where'er I ponder its wrongs I cannot stand;
   But I hope some day to return
   And view again each beauteous plain
   And cause every tyrant to mourn
   That helped for to forge our chains.

   I hate a tyrant's name; his thoughts I do detest,
   My father did the same, and for that I loved him best.
   I bear no love for any earthly king
   I love my country and its faithful band
   On earth I love no other thing
   But what's in the cause of the dear, old land.

   Dear land, my fathers loved you well,
   They loved you to the core

   (leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)

   

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

   Stair Athraigh

   Teanga

   Béarla

   Bailitheoir

   John Fitzsimmons

   Inscne

   Fireann

   Seoladh

   Ardlow, Co. an Chabháin